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Thursday, April 19, 2012

THEM BONES

     I always rather liked the song about the bones where one bone is connected to another and so-on. Life, it seems to me, is like that. It's all about interconnectedness. The bones are connected to the muscle, the muscle to the sinews, the tendons, the blood, the internal organs, and on forever. And the body is connected to the way we feel- our stomachs and our heart-rates and all of our passions and emotions.
     And we, in turn, as living beings, are interconnected with each other by family, by friendship, by marriage, and by chance. And we are all connected with the earth and the air and animals and plants, with the weather and economics and politics; with social norms and abnorms, diseases, the way we are injured, and the way we experience love. We cannot operate in a vacuum. We require interconnectedness for our very survival. And yet, we are flippant about it. We discount and dismiss our body parts, and the environment, and all of the things that irritate or displease us. We amputate ourselves and wonder why we don't feel whole. We forget the nature of things. We forget that the hip bone is connected to the leg bone, and the leg bone is connected to the ankle bone, and all the bones are connected to our hearts and eyes and outlook.
     There is no separation. There is no real way to go it alone. We are connected whether we like it or not, and we need each other to live. It may not be the way we think of it, all strident and self-sufficient as we are, but if we're honest, everything being connected to everything else is exactly the way it is.

I appreciate the interconnectedness of all things, and feel grateful for my part in the whirling circuits of life.