On July 4th, we sat on our deck watching the fireworks, did Judith and I. My attention was drawn away to Venus and Jupiter;magnificent, so glorious as to render our man-made notations of independence as very small. Tiny firecrackers and sparklers against Creation’s mysterium.

Then, in a dream later that night, I stood on the lip of a canyon. Stretching out before me was the Blanco River Valley that morphed into a blend of a childhood canyon. (See the two canyons below. You know how dreams connect and show us the interdependence of all things through a variety of amalgamated images.)  A flood had torn trees out so that I could see the resilience and majesty of the entire river as it flowed over several waterfalls, West to East. Still dreaming,  I called some of you to come look at the resilience, the connection between destruction and creativity, between chaos and coherence, disorder and order.  In the dream I exulted over an  interdependence that not only underlies all but has an intelligence beyond common, mainstream sense.

How to describe briefly?

Some of you have given me new terms, building on transense, to describe such moments: funsense, heartsense, lovesense.  My computer doesn’t recognize these words and tries to change them back into the mainstream algorithms.  My machine underlines the words in red to make sure I know I am off the beaten path.

When I woke up from the dream, I checked and saw that my childhood river valley in Northwest Texas flooded on the same weekend as the Blanco River.  Some 500 miles away.  Same storm system, or, better, weather spirits.  Similar resilience.  Folks in both instances celebrated how interdependent we all are with each other, humans and eco-fields, bringing loving coherence out of disruption.

Here is the river of my boyhood, healing and flowing.


Here is the Blanco healing and flowing.        .images

So, I am declaring, for myself, and whoever wants to celebrate with me–our interdependence. The rest of July.  Sure, I appreciate our independence like waves on the ocean, but let’s hear it for the body of the ocean that underlies all passing independence.  In Will’s world independence turns out to be illusory, floating on a matrix of incredibly coherent and beautiful interdependence. Aho to all relations. That’s most basically who we are.


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