On my trip home my father asked me about my blog “Do still have that website with the tree?” I told my father I still had my blog but I hadn’t been writing in it as often as I would like. He very frankly asked “Why? You’ve always been such a good writer!” The reasons I turned over seemed hollow even as I said them. They had no meaning, no substance they were excuses and had no charge behind them.
Thank you Dad for making me realize that.
“Roots” By Angela Giddings
I dug in the soil today and realized how deep my roots go.
I watered the ground and saw how parched I had become.
Gifts, flowers, love have come from many sources before.
Today I plant my own garden, receive my own sustenance and water it with love.