25 April 2007
(bamboo, Hawaii ©cheeky)
Still resonating with me is the prompt from this weeks Sunday Scribblings, Rooted.
I took this photo earlier in the week and I decided to use it for this weeks SPC. My hand is holding on to a really tall shoot of bamboo. There was this cluster of amazingly tall bamboo shoots that stood out so I grabbed hold. As I looked at the photo again, I couldn’t help but think about what that bamboo represents and I came back to the meaning of rooted.
While I am deeply rooted in my hometown, and have strong ties, I realize it is the emotional feed I cling to so dearly. I am about to move, not house, but country. A new journey begins. It’s all about timing and I recognize the emotional roots come from a sense of security, the security from familiarity, family and friends. I worry that I won’t develop these roots and have that security, and I want that security badly; I need it. I want it to be waiting for me when I arrive, even though I know this idea is complete foolishness and fantasy, all this worry from the girl who loves a new adventure. I have had to face the fact that change is harder for me than I want to admit, and I don’t like that. It makes me feel, inadequate in some strange way.
I will have to say goodbye to comfort and familiarity and all of my friends and family, but I know it’s not forever. We will still be connected even though a huge distance will separate us. It will only be a separation of geography. Even though I have worry, I know I will make new friends, create new memories and in time I will view my new home as comfortable and familiar. I will because I believe.