I pause for a moment and take a breath, bringing into my body the air that sustained the lives of countless other beings before me. I exhale knowing that this same air will nourish the lives of others. Perhaps it will become the leaves of a tree, or be a newborn baby’s first breath. The things that connect us are everywhere, yet we pay more attention to the things that divide us, the separations we spend too much time identifying with and complaining about. We are all made of the same stuff: air, carbon, and water endlessly recycled since before time.
I take another breath and hope that someday we will live the truth that we are far more alike than we are different.
Based on a journal entry from 9.10.13