We are rooted.
Today the Roto-rooter team is coming to pulverize our basement floor in order to tame the roots that have taken over our sewage system.
Cooper spent a fine Wednesday dealing with the geysers that erupted in our basement.
Today we live into the healing of the problem, complete with a 24 hour no-water-use edict.
This root addressing comes on the heels of a wedding weekend that still has my heart humming. Family came together to celebrate the wedding of Cooper’s youngest and on the dance floor and throughout the weekend we were a weaving of those who have gone before us and so very powerfully we participated in weaving that which is yet to be.
Blending families is no small adventure. Those seeking to create the new are rooted in systems unquestioned and ways of being passed on from generation to generation. In coming together through divorce and re-marriage, the ground shifts and sometimes it feels like nothing will ever feel stable again.
But oh, the fruit of years of negotiating and breathing and praying is heart luscious!
We are a different people now. Somehow, in marking the powerful rite of passage that comes in joining families and hearts, we know ourselves to be rooted and grounded in amazing grace and we are whole and we know this.
We know this.
So the roots strangling our pipes? They can be dealt with and matter not much (except for the obscene amount of money leaving our house with them).
The roots that ground and nourish heart are alive and well and we are family and thank you thank you thank you God for roots.
Ground is good.