Ebb and flow.
Butterflies migrating over multiple generations where they set out to begin a trip they will never finish. Yet they do.
Bird flying thousands of miles every year.
Forest mites crawling inches over their entire lifetime.
To go or to stay.
The grass is always greener on the other side.
And sometimes it’s true.
Some migrate because they must and other just because.
Never linear, always cyclical.
To remember the nomadic roots of picking berries and digging roots.
But the grandest migration and most treacherous and more beautiful and most mysterious is the migration towards remembering your authentic self.