We are connected more than ever, but what exactly is it that we are connected to?
If you say that it is to each other, I dare say you’re mistaken.
Yes, we might know more people in a numerical sense, but do we really know them?
To know someone is to feel the heft of their soul in your hands as they articulate feelings and thoughts without words.
To know someone is to reciprocally share humanity and divinity in such a palpable way that you walk away from your interaction with your heart having grown in size.
To know someone is to feel the trueness of Love in your soul and to feel compelled to give that Love away to someone else because you are so full that you are spilling out.
So you pause your music, take out your ear buds, and walk across the kitchen to give the most present hug you’ve ever given to your mother.
And because you are so connected to Love, you gently tell her to ease out of the urge to pull away from the sudden confrontation of Love and Oneness with another person, and when you feel her melt into the hug, knowing you’ve delivered the right dose of Love, you give her a squeeze and head into the den to where your father is.
And you do the same for him.
And because your heart is a writer and you heal with your words, you open your laptop back up and pour some more Love out through your fingers to the rest of the world.
And then, because you’ve been so pried open, you cry the sweetest of tears where the bitterness of salt has no place.
My Life is Greige 