Feeling at home

When I sat with Kairos, I was thinking about the next thing I am writing. And then, out of the blue, and this is no surprise, I just thought, "Look, I am at home here." The squirrels and muntjacs adjust to my presence without being unduly put out. The birds stop complaining after a while.

The air sings of belonging-together. Here we all are, getting on with it. Here we all are, yes, impacting each other, but not maliciously. Here we all are, impacting each other, and sometimes beneficially.

Here we all are. Living. Dying. Together.