A Little Story About Roots, Family, and Finding Your North Star You know, there’s something utterly grounding about a really old tree, isn’t there? The kind with deep, gnarled roots that seem to tell stories of centuries, branches reaching out like welcoming arms. I remember, not so long ago, catching up with an old pal, Sarah. She’d just come back from a whirlwind sailing trip around the Scottish Isles, absolutely buzzing. She was showing me a little something she’d picked up there, a tiny, unassuming piece of jewellery that, to her, symbolised everything about staying true to yourself amidst...
