I am with this, this morning, as I balance on having electrical power, and also loving the feel of darkness, the wrap of it, that seems to exfoliate any feeling of separation.
In the dark, at times, I listened for the voices of men from PGE, for the back-up sounds of their trucks. I listened to the wind and rain, felt the absorption and movement of fluid in arteries and veins, mine, and those of the earth, exchange confined.
I felt myself in dissolution. I was alone in a house in the dark, and sometimes gusts of wind seemed to enter, as they blew the fireplace doors open, and what was conveyed was that all is open in the spiritual breeze that is the breath. My breath, and the breath with which I am breathed - one. I am dependent on community, on people and trees, and water and air circulating with energy and grace, through you and me.