WE BREATHE THE SAME AIR

   We are connected. We breathe the same air. We think of each other constantly. We watch the same Full Moon slide down the mountain into the sea. We are active characters in each others' dreams. We may feel isolated sometimes, but we cannot escape our connection. We may have good boundaries, or foggy boundaries, or no boundaries, but we are connected in subtle intimate ways. We compare ourselves to each other, and try to imagine how each other feels, or what each other wants, or how we can make each other happy. We love or dislike or fear or are comfortable with each other, we learn about ourselves from our connection to each other.
We want to communicate, to have conversations, to get closer by telling the truth to each other. We take chances with honest sharing, and sometimes we shut down to avoid conflict or unpleasantness. Sometimes we pretend each other doesn't exist, when it's difficult to handle our differences. Sometimes we are so preoccupied with ourselves, so fascinated with the problem of Me, that we don't feel the connectedness that is always here. Then things get weird and sad. Life only makes sense when we are in touch with each other, and we feel the peace and wholeness of our togetherness.