Sometimes things have to fall apart to come together again my dear friend. Disturbing every little inch of seemingly solid soil, just to make new pathways.
Digging up old dirt.
Untangling like an old ball of wool.
Unraveling to undo the old.
Uprooted to let the fresh and alive and brave one move in.
And in that ominous space there is nothing to hold on to. No life-line, no safety-net, nothing to lean against.
Nothing to do, except to grow roots.
Because while the top gives height,
the bottom gives depth.
While the sky provides space for branches,
the ground gives way to roots.
Because yes,
sometimes we have to fall to climb back up again.
And it is often when you find yourself on your knees, bare, open, fragile, hurt, that is where you find your courage, strength, a faith and a trust you never knew you had.
Don’t worry. It is not a bad thing to be down there.
Not buried, but planted.
Not buried, but planted.
Not buried, but planted.
Waiting for the time to bloom again.
Spring is almost here.