We Are Connected

I have an uneasy feeling this afternoon and so I go into the yard, to sit in the silence and just be.

I am connected here. Connected to everything, whether by spirit, or wind, or water, or sunlight.

There is thought, too. That mysterious thing that places your face before my eyes, your actions within my grasp, your being here within me all the time. Thought that makes you real even when I cannot touch you, nor hear your voice with ears that are just as present.

I am like a balloon with a million strings, each one attached to something different. Pushing and pulling, holding and securing me to everything I am attached to.

Yes, I am connected to you and to everything else. Never doubt that.