I is for Id, the Isle of I.

Day 10 of Blogging from A to Z.  Today’s letter is I


Id, 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.

We 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.