The protective earthen cover has eroded and laid these roots bare, raw, and exposed to the elements. I randomly went to this little pocket park to get away for some alone time to reflect, cry, and release the emotions that had sent my anxiety skyrocketing.
As I walked among the trees absorbing the healing vibrations of the earth, air, sun, and plant life, it became clear that what lay before me were my feelings made manifest in nature. The universe in her wisdom gave me a visual aide with which to equate my feelings.
I wonder if the bare roots adapt and continue to keep the tree alive, and if so for how long? I wonder the same thing of myself sometimes; do I have the strength within to regain what has been laid bare or lost? I haven’t the answer to either question but can’t help thinking that maybe the questions have already been answered.