Watering Roots

I have noticed all my daily educational journeys begin with, Where do I come from? And how do I feel today about my journey so far from yesterday? Our journey so far, and yet not far enough? I come from living waters as profoundly liberating as the air we would soon learn to breathe. I am feeling sad for all the opportunities I avoided to escape all the risks invited by my shortages of curiosity and patience, Sad for settling into my most intimate low commons denominator lack of commitments neglecting my healthiest potential connections with other living waters, natural spirited inspired inspirational experiences With those who might have had ears to hear, surf to ebb and swell emotion's wane and wax, with low-bar instructions to stay out of troubled oceans seas and seasons, lakes and swampy ponds, waiting to be industriously drained, rivers and endless wondering wandering tributaries of wet extracted nutrition. Sacred water murmurs more active hope, a spray tickling across a lucid lupine stream speaking mountain voices with and through rounded risky stones Actively seeking sights higher deeper wider narrower there here then flowing on into higher water marks now threatening to swamp organisms and organizations along the shore of change in all relationships of Earth. I feel sad I have not set my well-watered sights higher than do no harm to those living waters flowing forward into time's healthiest transparent vulnerable, curious and courageous future sluggish currents of nutrition, prophets of soon to come malnutrition, and all climatic hopes and fears angers and sadness in-between drowning risks and strong-flowing currencies of win/win wellness watering opportunity To notice all my daily educational journeys begin with, Where did I come from? And how do I feel healthy today about my journey sufficiently far from yesterday? Our journey so significantly far, and yet not far enough?