“To be rooted is perhaps the most important and least recognized need of the human soul.” Rootedness cannot be called an achievement. It happens when our minds are hushed and we’re completely stopped.
It’s a seldom-witnessed phenomenon, on the scale of blood moons or periodic cicadas: a man standing still, doing nothing, being quiet.
The human way: more and more. The spiritual way: less and less.
You’ll notice the mind has its preoccupations. Fence them off. Savour the silence.
I cannot know who I am until I’m clear about who I’m not. So I start with this: I am not the body. Then this: I am not who I think I am.