What if we were all tiny organisms inside a universe-sized body.  Like blood cells coursing along a path of a huge timeless organism that is maybe just getting up and preparing to go to work.  My day to day bumping around with people, feelings, arrangements, shower, driving, paper-pushing was essential to this galaxy fellow, bumping around in the same way.

I’ve been fussing with the idea of wanting to be different and feeling monstrously normal and average.  What is it that bugs me, that irritates me that I’m not somehow famous or recognized or maybe just rich?  I have a wonderful life with love, stability, friends, even family shows up now and again.  There’s some old belief inside me that I should be special.

But I am one of many, in a universe of zillions of beings trudging the path of happy destiny in so many different ways.  At the same time, we are at one with each other, interchangeably linked in this microscopic tiny slice of so-called time on this lovely little spark of earth.

Maybe that’s why I like talking to the gods, connecting with the Prime Creator deep in space–tickling Him and saying “hello there, Big Guy!  Thanks for thinking me up, I’m having a good time.  Want to be me today?” 

Maybe that’s what I’ll do for inspiration today–I’ll be the Creator in human form.  What would She like to do today?  Probably even more of what I do–talk to the proud red-winged blackbirds calling out for mates on top of the trees.  Or winging through the swamp, bald eagle, laughing and swiping at the screaming murder of crows.  We are all one.