An Ordinary Mystic

This time of year, when the days are short and the cold even more so than the summer heat forces me to remain indoors, it is easy to feel cut off and isolated when in fact I am deeply embedded in an extensive web of love and concern. I think of all of those who help me, and of those that I have had the privilege to have touched, hopefully more often for the better and understand, that loneliness and isolation are as illusory as connectedness. There is no I. There is no we. There is now.