There is only One of us.  I keep coming back to that chant.  But do I really believe it?  There is no way we all agree on anything.  Even in a majority vote, there is that irritated minority screaming about lack of representation.

We live in this canvas of Gaia with the colors of duality: right and wrong, yes and no, black and white.  Part of our mission is to laugh at the columns defining opposites, and recognizing the archway beneath which we walk.  The curving ceiling that connects the sides of our home, the jury decision that fabricates the facts, the feet that finally cross over a bridge built girder by screw by metal plate so slowly.

From difficulties to dreams we make connections.  From one continent to another we communicate.  Our conduits are investigation, attempts, new questions and celebration.  When we celebrate what we have, it spills over to the path we intend.

Today I am grateful for my fabulously exciting adventure of a job.  I am thankful for a home and partner that supports me in coziness.  And I celebrate my willingness to play with the belief of a Divine One that I lean on and whisper to, even when I am so distracted in arguments with the contrast that I forget She is there.

I let Her have Her Way with me.