The things we reach for — Plants reach for the sun, people reach for the skies - always upwards and forwards. But lately I found my hands reaching for the earth. Reaching for where life comes from.
Reaching for something to ground me. To remind myself that there's always time to return to the stars, to think of what is yet to come. But to remember what it is that carries me in this very moment. To not forget about my past. To see it as something that holds our roots but free to outgrow it in every direction and form.
I reach for the earth to remind myself that everything that becomes has gone through mud. That life always begins in the dark, but it will end in sunlight.
Reaching for something to ground me. To remind myself that there's always time to return to the stars, to think of what is yet to come. But to remember what it is that carries me in this very moment. To not forget about my past. To see it as something that holds our roots but free to outgrow it in every direction and form.
I reach for the earth to remind myself that everything that becomes has gone through mud. That life always begins in the dark, but it will end in sunlight.
