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- Herausgeber: BoD - Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
Where the Roots Still Whisper is a quiet, moving story about a tree and its journey through the seasons. It explores growth, change, loss, and renewal in a way that gently reflects our own experiences. Written during a time of global stillness, this book invites you to slow down and reconnect with the rhythm of life. For readers who seek calm in a noisy world, meaning in small moments, and beauty in the quiet. A reminder that nothing truly ends, and that even in letting go, something new begins.
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PREFACE
This book was born from a feeling – a quiet urge to rediscover the silence we so often overlook.
It tells the story of a tree living through the seasons. A reminder that life doesn’t have to be loud to be meaningful.
I’ve tried to touch, with few words, what often can’t be said: change, letting go, becoming new.
It speaks of what grows silently within us, without our control – like a root that finds its path without asking.
This story invites you to pause.
Not to find answers, but to sense something:
That becoming and fading aren’t opposites.
That every farewell carries something unnamed.
And that there’s a wisdom in the rhythm of nature that can’t be explained – only remembered.
I hope this book won’t just be read, but experienced.
Between the lines.
In your own rhythm.
Maybe it will be a quiet companion for a while.
Maybe just a brief stop along the way. Whatever it may mean to you – thank you for holding it in your hands.
This book came to life during the pandemic – a time when much stood still, but much within began to move.
It’s not a grand work, not a loud novel. But I believe it is – in its simplicity – ready to discover the world.
Warmly,
Nicholas James
TABLEOF CONTENTS
Chapter 1: The First Rain
Chapter 2: Gentle Growth
Chapter 3: The Sound of the Earth
Chapter 4: Looking Upward
Chapter 5: The Seasons of Change
Chapter 6: The First Storm
Chapter 7: The Awakening of Blossoms
Chapter 8: Roots and Remembering
Chapter 9: The Dialogue with the Animals
Chapter 10: The Cycle of Becoming
Chapter 11: The Last Leaves
Chapter 12: The End of the Cycle
Epilogue
CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST RAIN
Wrapped in the depth of the earth, I lay still, while time passed over me like an endless wave. Everything around me was swallowed by darkness, far from light and movement. This quiet surrounded me with a heavy kind of safety, yet deep within, a faint longing stirred – a quiet urge for more, for awakening. A pull moved through me, hard to grasp and without clear origin. Something inside me knew that beyond this darkness, another world was waiting – one that was calling me.
How long I remained in this state, I do not know. Time had no meaning here; everything lay in endless silence. And yet, within that silence, there was a hint – as if even stillness carried a seed.
Then it happened.
A subtle trembling passed through the earth, like an echo from distant worlds. At first, no more than a breath – a fleeting dream gliding through the quiet. And then it came: the drop. Gentle, yet certain, it made its way through the layers of soil and reached me. Its cool touch felt as if life itself had brushed against me – a sign that every awakening is part of a larger plan. There was no noise in its coming, no command – only a silent agreement with something older than words.
In that moment, something broke open inside me. A movement rose within, pulling me upward, away from the darkness. The drop was more than moisture – it was an inner light that ignited the hidden longing in me. I felt: it was time to leave the silence behind and follow the current of life. The drop left a trace. Its freshness flowed through me, dissolving the inner stillness. Something new began – gentle and yet powerful – an awakening in rhythm with nature. Not a noise, but a wave rising from deep within.
I began to expand, following the quiet pulse of the earth. My roots reached out through the damp soil like searching fingers, finding hold and drawing in what the earth offered. I didn’t understand this movement, but it felt right – like a river I was meant to follow. The darkness around me began to change. It was no longer just a place of rest, but something I had to break free from. The drop had set something in motion that I did not understand – but I could feel it. A quiet, unstoppable call – a silent awakening. The place that had carried me now began to let me go.
In the depth, I found strength. From that grip, a force rose and flowed through me. The earth embraced me, took me in, and I realized: I was part of something larger – a hidden web of life beneath the surface. Among the roots of others, I was not alone, but woven into a quiet community that demanded nothing, yet shared everything. The drop had awakened me, but the earth was what nourished and guided me. I let go of the questions that rose in me and followed the current of this new motion.
The strength I found in the deep gave me trust. As I grew, I felt a connection to everything around me. Each drop that flowed through me carried a quiet force – a pulse that drove me forward. And with every inch I stretched, my understanding grew: I was not alone, and I was not here by chance. My roots pushed deeper into the earth, always finding new ground and drawing in nourishment. The force that moved through me pulsed like an inner song, leading me further upward. I grew, became part of a vast, branching network that reached in all directions. On my path, I met stones and other roots that had been there long before me. These encounters gave me a sense of belonging – as if I was part of an ancient community, rooted deep beneath the earth.
I was not alone. I was a whisper in a manyvoiced chorus of waiting and becoming.
The earth continued to feed me, carrying a force that lifted me. It whispered that my path would go on. A nameless yearning awakened in me – a drive to go beyond the hidden, out into the unknown. The water flowing through my roots carried not only nourishment but also a message: change. It called me to keep moving, to reach out, to follow the motion that had taken hold of me. Everything was stirring. And I let myself be carried by that current, which flowed through me and opened new spaces within – spaces that waited beyond the soil. Not visible, not nameable – but there. Like a light already shining, long before it is seen.
„Not everyone who lies in darkness is lost. Sometimes the earth is just quiet before the light awakens.“
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