Where are we already held?
Noticing the ecosystem that holds us in everyday moments.
An ecosystem comprises elements,
Both seen and unseen.
In a forest,
We see the trees,
Branches,
And leaves.
We see the birds,
Ants,
And beetles.
We see the soil,
Sand,
And dust.
But beneath the visible is another world.
Root systems and tunnels weave below the surface.
Decaying leaves nurture new soil.
The water table hydrates life above.
Worms compost old life into new.
Above the visible,
Another world exists.
Sunshine casts light across the landscape.
Evaporates water,
And gives energy for growth.
Roots grow deeper while branches reach higher.
In the soft glow of moonlight.
Life returns to rest,
Restoring energy for the next day.
Each element has its role and plays its part.
A tree does not want to be the soil.
The soil does not want to be the sky.
The sky does not want to be the bird.
The sun encourages growth.
The moon supports rest.
It is all of these elements working together that makes the ecosystem healthy.
Sometimes I become so focused on one project,
Activity,
Or person that I lose sight of the ecosystem around me.
When this happens,
I reach,
Cling,
And attempt to control outcomes.
This creates tension and places a weight within me that feels too tiring to hold.
But when I zoom out,
I can distinguish the forest from the trees.
I begin to remember.
I remember the friends who make me laugh and the ones who meet me in the depths.
I remember walking in nature and feeling the air on my skin.
I remember to meditate.
And notice the breath being held and released by my lungs.
I remember to say thank you for all the parts of the ecosystem that come together to form my life.
Sometimes we feel we must actively build an ecosystem of support.
Rather than relax into the one that already exists.
Something in us looks for the flashy,
The extraordinary.
Yet most often the people and things that hold us are the most ordinary.
This week,
I paid closer attention.
At the gym,
I enjoyed being among strangers.
No one spoke,
But we shared a purpose.
On a walk,
I pause to listen to the birdsong.
I stood with a tree as I prayed,
Reminded that its place in nature is as important as mine.
I sought time with my family so we could laugh.
I dared to be vulnerable with a friend and was held with compassion.
It is hard to trust what we cannot see.
But sometimes the fault lies with us for not looking.
When I open both my eyes and my heart,
I begin to notice the ecosystem that already supports me.
Through family and friends.
Through those who grow roots and take flight.
Through practices that ground me and connect me to something greater.
Sometimes there are gaps to address or links to nurture.
But we are all included in this web of life.
The hardest practice may simply be trusting that we are already held.
With warmth and gratitude.