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| "Solstice Sky", oil by Carol Keene |
I
sometimes like to think I’m doing something “by myself”, when the truth is that
it’s an impossibility. I am never
truly by myself, never a totally solitary, separate person. I am an indivisible
piece of a thoroughly unified universe, and as such I am inseparably linked
with countless other persons and things. In a sense, thousands of “friends” are
with me every second. All the people I’ve ever known, for instance, are still
with me, since their influence, no matter how slight, is still inside me
somewhere, still assisting me in making decisions. Also, the air around me is with
me, joined to me, at all times, continuously flowing into my lungs in a helpful
way. And some sort of sunlight is constantly with me, even on overcast days,
lighting my way, lending a helping hand. The list of my “assistants” goes on
and on: the cells in my body that work ceaselessly to support my endeavors; the
blood that brings newness so I know what to do next; the heart that’s always right
there with me, pumping with perfection like a partner. I might sometimes pretend
that I’m “by myself”, but the truth is that untold “friends” are ever with me,
making living a rather cordial collaboration.
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