rooting down for freedom

The mountains are always West in Colorado.  I always knew which way I was headed.  Even in the dark or in my home I could feel their presence and have direction.  As a kid I would lay in my bed at night and figure out which way my head was facing, somehow feeling comforted just by knowing where I was in relation to the mountains.  But in Asheville, the mountains are everywhere.  They all surround you, looking the same, providing no guidance.

And that is exactly how I feel here - directionless.

I've been thinking a lot lately about roots.  Partly because I'm in a botany class and partly because it's Spring.  But it seems that in a way roots actually provide freedom.  If a plant or tree has a good root system it can move around, blow in the breeze, bend side to side and be just fine.  However, you see trees or plants with a poor root system and a strong breeze comes and blows it over.

I don't want to be blown over.

I am so thankful for my freedom.  I have chosen every part of my life right now and I love that.  I needed this experience to prove to myself that I am an adult - that I am independent and that I can make it in this world.  I could continue with the plant metaphor and say that I am currently a seed that was caught in the wind and looking for a place to land.