Five Minute Friday: Roots

Five Minute Friday

Chiming in late for this week’s Five Minute Friday.  It’s late here and I’m weary, but Matthew’s still out and I hate to be asleep when he gets back.  So I’ll write instead, and pin things on Pinterest, and listen to Christmas music.  Because I can.  Because I love to.

This week’s theme….is roots.


When I was younger, I would have told you I didn’t really have any roots.  Half-adopted, wandering RAF brat that I was, I often felt disconnected, clunky, a little bit square-peg-round-hole.  I remember when I moved back to Forres aged 16 to do the final two years of school how jealous – I’d love to euphemise but I fear that would be a fib – I was of the people who’d grown up together.  The shared memories, the shared teachers, the fathers who went to the pub together….it was like a strange, alien world, and I very much felt like an outsider looking in.

Now, however, I think roots are a different thing.  Sometimes my life may be a little more complicated than I  might wish, but the roots I’ve put down, the roots I try my best to nurture, are good, sturdy, strong ones.  Sometimes they can get snarled, and sometimes I rely on them to keep me steady in the stormier seasons.

It’s things like having a family that’s geographically distant, but still connected.  I may not have spoken to my baby sister in weeks (yo, Sian – call soon?), but I still crack up at injokes we made decades ago.  My siblings and I sprout from the same roots.  It’s friends who I love and who love me back, whether I saw them for coffee days ago or it’s been far too long.  They root me to my former self, while journeying with me as we move forward.  It’s Matthew and I, each others biggest cheerleader.  We may work too hard sometimes, but we ground and nurture each other too – just like roots should.  Roots connect you to your past as well, for good or ill – so I know that much of who I am today (silly, kind, nervy, a worrier, a thinker) has its roots in a time or season of my life.  Roots connect me to my country too – this quirky, funny, awesome country of writers and scientists and dreamers.  This land of hills and fields and crashing seas.

Strong roots.  For the growing and blossoming of strong, healthy trees and branches.  I hope.



  1. Rebekah
    3rd November 2012 / 12:56 am

    roots . . . for the growing and blossoming. I like it.

  2. Relyn Lawson
    3rd November 2012 / 1:08 am

    I love Christmas music – all the time – when I choose it. But, today when I heard it non-stop on the radio? Not so much.

  3. Riot Kitty
    3rd November 2012 / 6:59 pm

    Amen, sister – I moved so many times as a kid that people always ask if my parents were in the military (they weren't.) I think it's only as adults with our family of friends that we find our real roots.

  4. Denise
    3rd November 2012 / 8:02 pm

    Love this post.

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