When an animal, a rabbit, say, beds down in a protecting fencerow, the weight and warmth of his curled body leaves a mirroring mark upon the ground. The grasses often appear to have been woven into a birdlike nest, and perhaps were indeed caught and pulled around by the delicate claws as he turned in a circle before subsiding into rest. This soft bowl in the grasses, this body-formed evidence of hare, has a name, an obsolete but beautiful word: meuse. (Enticingly close to Muse, daughter of Memory, and source of inspiration.) Each of us leaves evidence on the earth that in various ways bears our form.
You are me and I am you. Isn’t it obvious that we inter-are? You cultivate the flower in yourself so that I may be beautiful. I transform the garbage in me so that you will not have to suffer. I support you , you support me. I am in this world to offer you peace: you are in this world to bring me joy.
We are one. To some this is good news- others are repelled.
We are one- yet the fear of equality drives wedges between neighbor and friend.
The truth remains… we are one. Bound together by a greater source than could ever be matched by fear or power.
May we find comfort and strength in remembering we are not alone – ever.