This one was difficult for me.
I kept looking at various roots and felt no resonance, telling myself it was because of having been up-rooted when I was 14 in 1974 and unwillingly whisked away from England to Australia. I didn’t transplant very well. I’m not a very grounded person either.
Finally I decided I needed to find a Moreton Bay Fig tree and suddenly I came across one close to my new home. They are remarkable for their roots, these trees: there are the aerial ones hanging down as in my image but also huge buttress ones. It’s the aerial ones that I relate to.
And I think if I think for longer I would find some roots inside me that don’t involve plant life nor geography.