Day 10 of Blogging from A to Z. Today’s letter is I
the Isle of I. The Id, unaware, struts, and thinks it stands alone, an
isle unto its singular self. So wrong. It is but a small part of the
greater I Am that is all creation.
Call that creation, god, goddess, god’us, the ethers, the universe, or the back of the Iroquois's Cosmic Turtle. Think of Narby's book The Cosmic Serpent,
where the twined snakes in old lore represent the DNA that is the map
of all things. It speaks volumes of knowledge that simply is a part of
the cosmic consciousness of which we each are but a small part.
are islands, but just as the sea laps the shore, and the isle
continues into the sea, we are all an integral part of each other. The
very air between us is as alive as we are, as we move through it - from
the earth to the very heavens.
Touch a leaf and the stars vibrate.