Chakra Meditations #1

Roots. I am recharged again and again when visiting with family. A formless amalgam of generations mixing about, swishing and swirling to the tune of "happy birthday to you...". The energy rises in my chest as I savour these memories and hope they can nest deeply into my flesh.

Daughter is child, becomes mother, then grandmother. Sister is aunt and somehow it all settles together like a living, breathing puzzle. And who am I but a floating samara, still dancing in the breeze, keeping an eye on a distant patch of bare, fertile soil? I see it, just a speck of dark brown amidst a sea of green. I know it's waiting for me, a place -- my future home where my body shall fall. I have no control, going where winds will guide me. And yet I know this is where I will land. I know this is where the weight of me yearns to rest.

Today my roots are inside of me. They carry a message through time, a fingerprint of gentle and persistent memories. Voices traveling on the wings of an invisible force -- there is still life in me yet.

Lam. Namaskar.