Tuesday, January 08, 2013
While on my river walk yesterday, I noticed this tree digging in to the side of the high riverbank with those old roots. They were probably doing the same thing when the army marched the Cherokee Indians past it along what we now call the Trail of Tears. I thought that habits, good or bad, are like these roots, taking a firm hold of our lives. It would take a major catastrophe, like the hurricane of the millenium for these roots to let go, to give up.
And it takes major effort, like the energy in a hurricane, on our part to make a change in our habits when we finally realize that perhaps we haven't been making the best choices.
The biggest effort is probably being honest with ourselves about what is really going on. Once we are, it's like the eye of the storm has past, knocked that old tree and its roots into the river, and we're finally free of those roots that took hold of our life.
Sure, we still have to work to put something else in that spot. We do need good healthy roots reaching down to the water.