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Recently, I asked a friend if she had plans to travel to Nashville sometime soon. She replied with\u00a0“I\u2019m tending my roots… It\u2019s the season of staying here right now.\u201d\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n Her words paused my next thought. And then they painted a Mary Engelbreit-like picture of \u2018staying here to tend to your roots.\u2019\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Feelings of comfort and peace showed up; my body relaxed into a grounding relief. It\u2019s the\u00a0<\/em>season\u00a0of staying here now<\/em>. I read her words again and, with gratitude, I absorbed the blessing they brought me. Then I released this beautiful moment of reflection\u00a0and moved on with my day.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n On Monday, my Aunt Vera (my mom\u2019s sister) passed away – only a week before her 88th birthday. She was always\u00a0filled with faith, prayers, and music. I spent time with my mom on the phone, I looked at the pictures that I had of her, and remembered the times we had together.\u00a0I tended to my roots<\/em>, I thought.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Connecting with family and honoring those who, in one way or another, affect our path, is tending to one’s roots.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Then yesterday morning, I found myself replanting a small bamboo plant. I had it in a really pretty glass bottle where I had planted it when it was a tiny shoot that broke off of its parent plant. It looked beautiful, artsy, and trendy on my kitchen windowsill. But it needed more space to grow.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The glass bottle had a small neck, so I first had to carefully pry the dirt out of it, and release the delicate roots.\u00a0I\u2019m tending the roots<\/em>, I thought.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Knowing when to move on<\/strong>\u00a0– into a “bigger pot”, or away from home and\u00a0into a new life –\u00a0\u00a0so one can grow tall, healthy, and into its full potential, is also tending to one\u2019s roots.<\/strong>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.5em” custom_padding=”|3px||7px||”]<\/p>\n Recently, I asked a friend if she had plans to travel to Nashville sometime soon. She replied with\u00a0“I\u2019m tending my roots… It\u2019s the season of staying here right now.\u201d\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n Her words paused my next thought. And then they painted a Mary Engelbreit-like picture of \u2018staying here to tend to your roots.\u2019\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Feelings of comfort and peace showed up; my body relaxed into a grounding relief. It\u2019s the\u00a0<\/em>season\u00a0of staying here now<\/em>. I read her words again and, with gratitude, I absorbed the blessing they brought me. Then I released this beautiful moment of reflection\u00a0and moved on with my day.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n On Monday, my Aunt Vera (my mom\u2019s sister) passed away – only a week before her 88th birthday. She was always\u00a0filled with faith, prayers, and music. I spent time with my mom on the phone, I looked at the pictures that I had of her, and remembered the times we had together.\u00a0I tended to my roots<\/em>, I thought.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Connecting with family and honoring those who, in one way or another, affect our path, is tending to one’s roots.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Then yesterday morning, I found myself replanting a small bamboo plant. I had it in a really pretty glass bottle where I had planted it when it was a tiny shoot that broke off of its parent plant. It looked beautiful, artsy, and trendy on my kitchen windowsill. But it needed more space to grow.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The glass bottle had a small neck, so I first had to carefully pry the dirt out of it, and release the delicate roots.\u00a0I\u2019m tending the roots<\/em>, I thought.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Knowing when to move on<\/strong>\u00a0– into a “bigger pot”, or away from home and\u00a0into a new life –\u00a0\u00a0so one can grow tall, healthy, and into its full potential, is also tending to one\u2019s roots.<\/strong>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/FINAL_Blog-Banner-TC.com-5-1024×390.png” title_text=”FINAL_Blog Banner TC.com (5)” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” width=”100%” hover_enabled=”0″][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text disabled_on=”on|off|off” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.5em” custom_padding=”|122px||123px||”]<\/p>\n Going to Croatia this summer for just a few days to see and hug my mama was\u00a0tending to my roots<\/em>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Taking a trip to Cincinnati with my sons to spend a few days with their grandfather, who suddenly got sick, and the rest of the family is\u00a0tending to their roots.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n Tending to one\u2019s roots has many different forms.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Recently, I experienced a growth spurt (yup, we grow at any age!) – an expansion in my heart, mind and soul. It feels both like going further away from my roots AND returning home to them. It\u2019s like a crown of a tree that gets wider as its roots spread underneath.<\/span><\/p>\n And yet,\u00a0growth (especially emotional and spiritual growth) can often\u00a0feel scary because we feel like we are going away from our roots (or at least what feels like our root system).\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The thing is, we take our roots with us.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Yes, some situations pull us out of our \u2018usual\u2019 and break a bit of our root system, but growth is more like we\u2019re being transplanted.<\/span><\/p>\n No matter what, Grace tends to our roots, as long as Love is our foundation.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n How do you tend to your roots?<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.5em”]<\/p>\n Going to Croatia this summer for just a few days to see and hug my mama was\u00a0tending to my roots<\/em>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Taking a trip to Cincinnati with my sons to spend a few days with their grandfather, who suddenly got sick, and the rest of the family is\u00a0tending to their roots.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n Tending to one\u2019s roots has many different forms.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Recently, I experienced a growth spurt (yup, we grow at any age!) – an expansion in my heart, mind and soul. It feels both like going further away from my roots AND returning home to them. It\u2019s like a crown of a tree that gets wider as its roots spread underneath.<\/span><\/p>\n And yet,\u00a0growth (especially emotional and spiritual growth) can often\u00a0feel scary because we feel like we are going away from our roots (or at least what feels like our root system).\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The thing is, we take our roots with us.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Yes, some situations pull us out of our \u2018usual\u2019 and break a bit of our root system, but growth is more like we\u2019re being transplanted.<\/span><\/p>\n No matter what, Grace tends to our roots, as long as Love is our foundation.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n How do you tend to your roots?<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” min_height=”46px”]<\/p>\n Music<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”on|off|off” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.5em” min_height=”61px” custom_padding=”|125px||123px||”]<\/p>\n I feel compelled to share\u00a0The Prayer<\/a><\/span>\u00a0with you today. Here it is\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text disabled_on=”off|off|on” _builder_version=”4.5.7″ _module_preset=”default” text_line_height=”2.5em”]<\/p>\n