One as all and all as One.

The mind can’t handle vastness, and the heart gets confused
with the day to day details.  Thirty
houses line the walk with the dog with endless matrix of connections–can’t comprehend.  But we are all one.

So how can that work, or how can we continue to grasp it,
work with it, even though we truly can’t figure it out.  We have similar experiences: birth, good
days, bad days, death.  We all need
shelter, food and clothing and the acquisition of these bring similar
experiences.  Thus we can assume what
someone is feeling or thinking if they are shopping, or walking or at a
funeral.

But the intricacies of differences are so vast.  Perhaps we merely concentrate on the
similarities and leave the rest.

The practice of keeping focused on the one-ness that we
share is the point, I suppose.  How to do
this when you/I feel cranky, low energy, lethargic, uncaring.  Perhaps commiseration and compassion that we
all recognize these cycles of feelings. 
Faith that, as the nature of a cycle is to return to a similar spot as
previous, lethargy is not forever.

Pruning rose bushes, pulling out woody lavender bushes, the
spring time is a cleaning, a shoring up of energy for deeper roots.  These cuttings help us inevitably turn
corners in our lives, and the forced deeper roots find purer nourishment in the
rich earth.

So resting on cycles of lethargy and creativity, feelings of
apartness and wholeness are views from the spiral rollercoaster of our
lives.  Detaching from the abyss and
paying attention to the path above it affords exquisite views and breathless
excitement.  We keep our eye on the road
ahead, just ahead.  When we stop, we
anchor in the earth.