The roots that weave up my right arm and onto my neck are my way of connecting with the earth: the earth's roots carry water like a human's veins carry blood.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I keep my feet on the ground because of my roots and the way I was raised.
I am proud of my black roots and of the black blood that runs in my veins.
I'm sticking true to my roots.
We trace out all the veins of the earth, and yet, living upon it, undermined as it is beneath our feet, are astonished that it should occasionally cleave asunder or tremble: as though, forsooth, these signs could be any other than expressions of the indignation felt by our sacred parent!
I have always had a very natural connection to the water, and that connection stems from the ocean itself.
God bless the roots! Body and soul are one.
My roots are African. The birds I remember, the fruits I ate, the trees I climbed, they're African.
Your connections with other people are important, our connection to the earth.
Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you.
My fondest hope is that 'Roots' may start black, white, brown, red, yellow people digging back for their own roots. Man, that would make me feel 90 feet tall.
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