This afternoon, while walking home from the library with a bag heavy with books, I started to feel a familiar lightness in my steps. It could be the anticipation of reading, of hours spent with some favorite classics (I'm rereading Gatsby and Persuasion), and I suddenly felt like dancing.
Our ballet teacher often says this before we start doing our jumps: Plant your feet down. You need to take root in order to fly.
Books, poetry, quiet walks. These are some my roots, the things that anchor me.