The Year of the Flood

The first day of the last month of spring. Being a gardener I always pay attention to frost days, daily highs and lows of the temp, expected rain, etc. Knowing the seasons and what to expect create a grounding to the earth, a grounding to generations before me, a grounding for myself.

When life gets swiftly uprooted, any sort of grounding is sought.

I am not one with deep roots to any physical location. Shallow roots have been passed on from those before me. My family comes from many areas and we are now scattered throughout the U.S. We are like the grass that way. Shallow roots are comfortable in the "that's all I've ever known" sense even though I long for a deep tap root somewhere.

Five years ago on this day, the rain began. These rains that at first seemed purifying quickly turned destructive in volume. Rains that would keep schools closed for days, rains that would isolate East Nashville from the rest of Nashville, rains that would flood any low lying areas.

It is on this day that I will began to blog again. Something I've not done since college and I now have the time and the interest and just maybe there will be an audience. This will be my search for grounding as the seasons change. Someone said to not get to Old Testament with the seasons, but seasons are something I understand and something I can expect, so seasons it will be.

This is the season where little seeds are growing roots and creating a foundation for the future. Although nothing appears on the surface of the field, a network of little roots laces underneath, creating a strong place for a plant to break through the soil. This will be my attempt to grow more roots, to find my foundation again, to hide underneath the soil for a while. It might get a little dirty, but it is necessary.

Welcome. It's time for the sleeper to wake. It's time for the seed to spout.