Our grounding practices take us to the ground.
To below the ground.
To the roots.
To the weeds we’ve tripped over.
To the feathers whose flights distract us.
To the stems that have grown taller than us.
To the heights we envy and long to reach.
To the cascades of all that is in our surroundings.
To the specifics of our surroundings.
To specific places.
To particular spaces.
To the ten thousand foot view and the microscopic closeness.
To temperature changes.
To thudding heartbeats and breathing that is no longer suppressed.
To non silently expressed feelings.
To unquietly felt sensations.
To decisions about what happens first,
and what can wait.
To what pulls us away from the tactile and tangible.
To what requires external support.
Things, consciously chosen and used.
Able to bring us back from wherever we’ve been, and forward in a way that is tolerable.
Forward to fifteen seconds from now,
not even as far away as tomorrow.