Caedmon Comma

My son,

Today you were such a great help. We went to the back yard garden and planted all sorts of plants. We planted peppers, tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, and more. Our hands were filthy by time we were done. We walked into the house and washed those filthy hands. The water ran over our fingers and palms and flowed down the drain of our bathroom sink.

Of course, we don't want the dirt from our garden all over our house, so it is good that we washed our hands. But, dirt is nonetheless very important. The dirt is the stuff that our vegetable plants stretch their roots. Those roots fade to small fibers that gathering nutrients and sustenance for the plants' growth. The sustenance is fed into the fruit of the plant that we are able to gather.

The roots give more to the plant. It anchors the plant in its place. A random breeze will not topple or remove the rooted plant. the roots cling and hold the plant where it is, resisting turbulence.

The fruit does not grow without the roots in the dirt.

This present moment is connected, rooted in the moment before. This moment draws from its roots for sustenance and anchorage. The moments before define the current one. The current life you are living is full of wonderful fruits: hope and beauty. But, it is lived rooted in lives that have preceded this one. These lives brought us ours and the fruits thereof:

Reyes, your great grandfather  
Maurilia, your great grandmother
Julia, your great grand mother
Louis, your great grandfather
Maria, your grandmother

 And, rooted, we grow and we grow.