Before I go to bed tonight, I feel the need to share this: I am dust particles in sunlight/ I am the round sun. To the bits of dust, I say, “Stay…  To the sun I say, “Keep moving.” I am morning mist,  and the breathing of evening. I am the wind in the top of a grove and surf on a cliff. Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel.   I am also the coral reef they founder on. I am… silence, thought, and voice. The musical air…Both candle and the crazy moth around it… I am all orders of be

When I woke up this morning, I felt my body pulsing in a manner not entirely my own.  It’s not an unusual thing for me.  I always know I’m connected to you, he, she, that thing both within and without that connects us all.  It’s not unusual for me to feel another’s heartbeat alongside mine, feel another’s pain in my own body, know another’s joy in some quiet moments.  Today, though, the rythmn that moved in and around me developed a special meaning that I could not divine or