Rerooting

I'm finding an increasing power in my new life. It's not coming all at once. Instead, it comes in spits and starts. One day I feel this new power flowing through my soul; the next I'm drained of energy. The days of draining are becoming fewer and farther between. That's because the source of my power is myself, and as I learn more about myself, that source is easier to access.

It's rerooting myself. For years, I tried to root myself in soil that was hard and unyielding creating a stunted, ineffectual system that was meant to nurture my soul. Now the soil is open and fertile. My roots are no longer bound into a small crowded bundle. They are free to expand, deepen and draw from a fuller and richer set of nutrients. These nutrients are the friends I'm developing, the experiences I'm seeking, and the responsibilities I'm bearing. The pleasures these provide are making rooting in this soil a joy, but without the struggles that come as well my roots will never grow as deep as I will need to become a strong, independent soul. Pain and joy are both sides of the same process; neither can or should be avoided.