Noticing how easy it is to see the daily dramas/events/interactions/comings-and-goings of life in isolation–separate from the whole. Noticing how easy it is to fixate on one THING and that THING becomes EVERY thing–the ONLY thing. For a while.
until attention shifts to the next piece …
and then the next
…all the while noticing how some parts are easier to look at than others–and some parts so much easier to BE WITH than others…
yet knowing–somewhere in that deepest place–that without each scrap–as lovely or as lonely as it might appear– the whole could not exist.
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