I have been uprooted so many times, leaving pieces of myself behind. Each time I settle on the earth again, I send out tentative tendrils, hoping to stay. But I am not endlessly regenerative. I am not a starfish with spare limbs. Resilience needs nourishment. Without roots, how can I drink? How can I connect to the life around me? What is to stop me from blowing away with the first winter storm?
