I've been hovering rather shyly around this blog for about a month now. Each week, Meg Genge and Laini Taylor post a new topic to write about, (and I mean, how cool is that!?) but for the past several weeks I've been coming up with excuses why I shouldn't participate: "Oh, I've already written about that topic in depth," or "Eh, that topic doesn't really resonate with me." Of course the truth is, I'm doing that thing writers do, that thing called not writing. If you are a writer, you know what I am talking about. It's that thing where we rescrub the kitchen sink, contemplate our navels, check our emails...ANYTHING to keep from writing.
So here I am, preparing to write. This Sunday's topic is "Rooted." Let's do it.
I once made a photo journal and filled it with images of trees. Trees and words, which are the things I'm pretty sure I'm made up of. In one picture, the roots of a tree seem to bubble from the earth and spill out onto the sidewalk. I wrote: "I used to hide in a rock cave. I used to eat dirt." In another, a forest that looks like a graveyard. I wrote, "I am grounded, my roots digging deeper, my arms to the sky, earth baby, earth bull, earth arbre. I have slept with my head to the earth."
The bull reference because I am a taurus.
Tomorrow it is earth day and it seems appropriate that I return to this old photo journal now, today, to these old friends. I had forgotten about that tree with the roots that refused to stay within the confines of the square of earth with which it was provided. Once I gave that tree frequent hugs. I really did. Now I encourage my kids to hug trees. Maybe tomorrow I'll visit my old friend. Introduce it to my children.
On a windy day walk, while contemplating a topic for that photo journal, (which was a school assignment,) I was smacked in the head by a falling branch. You can't get much more literal than that. My roots are nameless. My roots are in those trees I've hugged, those trees I've climbed and the ones I've named. For instance, there is a pear tree in my backyard named tequila. But physically, I do not feel that I'm rooted. One day I hope to light atop a tapestry of soils. Lighting up sidewalks and staircases, like Michael Jackson in the Billie Jean video!
So here I am, preparing to write. This Sunday's topic is "Rooted." Let's do it.
I once made a photo journal and filled it with images of trees. Trees and words, which are the things I'm pretty sure I'm made up of. In one picture, the roots of a tree seem to bubble from the earth and spill out onto the sidewalk. I wrote: "I used to hide in a rock cave. I used to eat dirt." In another, a forest that looks like a graveyard. I wrote, "I am grounded, my roots digging deeper, my arms to the sky, earth baby, earth bull, earth arbre. I have slept with my head to the earth."
The bull reference because I am a taurus.
Tomorrow it is earth day and it seems appropriate that I return to this old photo journal now, today, to these old friends. I had forgotten about that tree with the roots that refused to stay within the confines of the square of earth with which it was provided. Once I gave that tree frequent hugs. I really did. Now I encourage my kids to hug trees. Maybe tomorrow I'll visit my old friend. Introduce it to my children.
On a windy day walk, while contemplating a topic for that photo journal, (which was a school assignment,) I was smacked in the head by a falling branch. You can't get much more literal than that. My roots are nameless. My roots are in those trees I've hugged, those trees I've climbed and the ones I've named. For instance, there is a pear tree in my backyard named tequila. But physically, I do not feel that I'm rooted. One day I hope to light atop a tapestry of soils. Lighting up sidewalks and staircases, like Michael Jackson in the Billie Jean video!
6 comments:
Like that Michael Jackson reference very much!
Welcome to SS. Do keep posting.
I am so glad you've come out and played SS because it's a wonderful post you've done. Glad, too, of course that you've chosen to not not write.
I love trees too! Enjoyed your post.
Happy earthday! From one Taurus to another...
And glad you stopped "not writing" and started "Scribbling!"
Oh do I know about not writing! I am new to Sunday Scribblings too so feel a kinship. You convey your comfort in trees really well.
this is a fantastic post, t.
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