Grounded

The vision of a tall tree with roots extended deeply into the ground
The tree standing in a Grove, it's roots entwined with those of it's kind and others...
Some old and broken, laying down and covered with moss. Nursing logs.
Mixed species, some young saplings dancing in the torrential rains and winds.
The deep snow comes. The young ones quiver and look up for the sun.
The Grove holds steady. Speaking together in the warm earth of times past and present when they had to stand strong.

In the centre of the circle the animal brethren gather.
They have shelter and safety from the storm.
There is a pause in this space.
Here they can breathe and wait out the bad weather.
Taking pause is what the creatures of the forest do.
In these uncertain times we were forced to do it too.
Perhaps we forgot that we were in a safe circle of life.
We could not hear the trees whispering;
"Maybe you should just rest and trust in us for a while..."
"We create oxygen"
"We support watersheds"
"We give you shelter from the storm"
"We hold the ground"
"We can do all this without moving our feet or going anywhere."
We should all become more like trees.
Whenever I do not know the answer to a question. I become a Tree and wait out the storm until I know what is the next right thing to do.