What does it mean to have roots? Or, conversely, to be rootless? My first thought goes to a relationship with a particular place — a geographical home base.
And yet, I don’t have a geographical home base, but I also don’t consider myself rootless. Roots to me have more to do with history, personal stories, that laid the foundation for who I am. And those roots continue to influence how I grow and change.
No wonder I found it quite fitting to see this tree with its magnificent roots in the middle of Honolulu’s international airport. A symbol of groundedness for all those taking to the sky.
Where do you find your roots?