Roots

A flame-haired dryad sprouts from rich loam, strong limbs branching skyward like an oak. Scattered leaves cling to her locks, echoing autumnal colours. She is guardian spirit of this ancient land – rooted being and arboreal high priestess entwined. Around her feet, buried roots draw sustaining minerals from below. They stabilise her stance while channeling earth energy up the core toward crown. She relies on this grounding connection to thrive, neither leaning nor wavering. Though gusts make upper boughs tremble and sway, she remains unmoved by superficial storms. Sheltering birds can alight on outstretched hands, at home here.

She cultivates resilience through her deep taproot into ancestral rhythms. Through full embodiment, she bridges realms of matter and spirit – hearth keeper providing sanctuary. Many are desperately hungry for energetic sustenance, unmoored from stabilising forces. Having wandered far in search of novel encounter, their steps grew unsteady in unfamiliar terrain. When we wander, we often upset equilibrium.

She welcomes prodigal explorers home. In grace, she models adaptability fused with steadfast rhythm – bending slightly to accommodate life’s inevitable winds. Seasons transform the surface panorama, but innermost essence holds eternal. She has centred herself firmly in the abiding now, fully awake. She understands travails pass, as surely as sun wanes then waxes. Patience reveals the illusion of control. By surrendering false power, authentic influence emerges.

Come to her embrace. Its earthy magnetism realigns those destabilised by prolonged times adrift. Simply resting on soil replenishes weary souls who searched in vain through foreign reaches. Examining her leaves reignites the wisdom of taking nothing temporary for granted. Suddenly remembering the name of this earthly luminary, purpose stirs gladly in our breast. Gazing upward through her eyes, branches beckon kin to return home, renew their quest through embodied presence. For heaven must slumber upon sturdy earth. Reach inward and outward simultaneously. The anchors you seek reside closest, rustling just underfoot. Go to her. Hold her lovingly in your arms. Touch her bark and feel at rest.