We are meant to share experiences.  Even the ascetics and gurus who went off to the woods or the cave–we only know about them because their lives were shared, either by their own writing & stories, or because their followers told their story.

We are connected in the heart with All That Is, in the body with each breath, in the mind when we give our first surprised cry at birth.  Nature is completely interwoven, and so are we.

Thus my path is to write this each morning that I can.  As I can.  Whatever emerges.  I am a tree sometimes falling in the woods.  The other trees, despite their stalwart stand–they hear every word.