Morning Walking Reflection: The Return to Rootedness

Morning Walking Reflection: The Return to Rootedness

Before the sunrise painted the sky, I found myself beneath my tree—the place I go when I need to return. I leaned back, pulled my hoodie over my eyes, and let the crisp air brush my face while the birds began to sing me awake.

Breathing in for 4, holding for 7, and releasing for 8, I grounded myself.

Lately, I’ve felt unrooted. Like a plant pulled from its soil. Not because I meant to wander. But because sometimes we do.

We don’t drift on purpose. But when we do, it’s easy to feel like a stranger in your own life. It’s easy to let a few missed days build into shame. But it doesn’t have to be that way.

This morning, I chose to stop. To listen. To forgive. To remember who I am.

I remembered that my faith is my root system. My gratitude is the soil. My Creator is my source.

Returning isn’t about performance. It’s about presence. And presence begins with a decision.

Today, I chose to come home.

To breathe. To be still.

To take root again.

Because even if I forget for a day—or two—

it’s never too late to return.

Rooted. Again.