So much mass below, out of view, to support soaring heights. Roots grow – wider and deeper, trees grow from seeds to magnificent master works of nature. The taller grow, wider and deeper go those roots.
Buildings, like trees, their strong foundations support height and weight of those monsters we climb or seek shade beneath.
Tallest skyscrapers require deepest largest holes beneath basement or garage – deepest pilings, webs of reinforcing steel and concrete support massive structures above ground.
Are we not like those trees? Like tall buildings?
From tiny beginnings, we grow so large.
Bone structure engineering makes us tall, without roots, we move around …
But what holds us up emotionally? Intellectually?
What invisible structure sits beneath us, holds us up, keeps us strong and capable of withstanding life, surviving punishing circumstances and foul weather, wear and tear – what is it that holds us firm, steady and erect – bending in strongest winds, not crumbling in worst storms.
If not roots, then what supports our lofty sky-scraping dreams?
More than hope, it is strands of hope, connected to others who hope too.
More than dreams, it is pieces of dreams, connected to other dreamers.
More than plans, it is planning, connected to other planners.
More than hopes, dreams and plans – our connections are cables of many strands, anchors-our-way far beyond our original grasp.
We move around above our invisible foundation with confidence, desire to thrive and survive, to daily choose life in all its forms however difficult they may be, foundation of our miracle, defying physics and brutal forces – we carry our invisible foundation around with us.
Everywhere we go.
Everywhere we grow.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 0C/32F, overcast – Gusta running easy, stiff north breeze ruffling her coat, street work looks nearly done so this might be the last day of traffic/parking gridlock on our streets. Back to the gym this morning … the quantum field of thought, of connection, rolling through my mind leaving me with the hope/fear question of what kind of wild wacky week is ahead …