Climbing Toward the Light

“While soul is grounded and moist and has roots, spirit seems to want to rise—into air, to white mountains, to the sky, and to panoramic views of mortal life.
So our climb toward the light, while it is interlaced with moments of soul, belongs mainly to the transcendent realm of the spirit.”
— John Tarrant, The Light Inside the Dark

This passage found me just as the sun was rising — golden light filtering through my window, stirring something wordless inside.

It reminded me how often I feel both grounded in the moist, root-rich world of soul… and pulled skyward by the winds of spirit. One part of me wants to curl into the darkness of seed and soil, to feel the quiet pulse of the earth. And another longs to rise — to climb, to sing, to soar toward what I cannot name.

Maybe this is what it means to be human — to live suspended between the two.

To me, Treehouse Treasures lives in that sacred space. Rooted like the Tree. Reaching like the Spirit. A bridge between wonder and wisdom, silence and song, stillness and the infinite.

🌸 Seed of Serendipity

Where are you rooted… and where are you reaching?