Tuesday, January 13, 2009


(written Monday October 3rd, 2005)
I had this moment where it struck me-- the interconnectedness of it all! The wooden salad bowls that hundreds of people have eaten out of all over campus that get run through the dishwasher and come out wet and clean only to be used to hold fresh flowers from a field nearby where crickets chirp at night, and somewhere a baby is listening to them hum, and it helps him fall asleep, and he dreams about the girl he saw today with pink hair and how much he detests the formula his mother buys for him at the local health food store that supports the organic farmers. And all these molecules impact each other and all these thoughts in our minds float around in the spaces between our words, our language. And the air is the tree is the acron is the hammock is the earth is the annoying quack of the geese is the creaking of the changing room door is the chatter of the gals next door is the wooden bowls that once rested on the stoop, waiting to be collected by someone who cares that they are unhappy and saturated in ANTS. And so I am pleased with this notion that there is no rhyme or reason to it, but that it all makes sense if you think of it from the perspective of a wooden bowl.

"There are hundreds of thousands of stems LINKING us to everything in the cosmos, SUPPORTING us and making it possible for us to BE. Do you SEE the link between you and me? If you are not THERE, I am not HERE." --Thich Nhat Hanh

Do you recognize that we are all ONE?

Choose love.

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