Tangled in Life
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Hello friends, The thing about life is…. It’s a tangle. A tangle of beauty and heartache and love and joy. A tangle of rest and ambition. A tangle of science and wonder. A tangle of trees and insects, flowers and mammals. A tangle of humanity and a tangle of stars. Another word for this tangling is interdependence. Every time I see it mentioned that someone is “self made” I wince. Not one of us is “self made.” We are all dependent on so many networks that we would not survive without. We rely on the trees for oxygen. We rely on the land for food. We rely on the rivers for water. We rely on the person who collects the garbage. We rely on the ones who care for us when we are ill. And all of these others rely on us, as well. In these times when more and more of us are in need, as social safety nets are eroded or blown to bits by careless, self-centered adults, it is more important than ever to recognize: We all hold one another in a web of creation and destruction. No one is coming to save us but our connections with each other. Today, no matter how you are helping strengthen this web of life, I applaud and thank you. Every person fed. Every offer to lift a burden or build something new. Every hand held to protect those in danger. Every child taught and floor cleaned… One thousand utterings of thanks. I’m glad you’re here. Best wishes — Thorn
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T. Thorn Coyle
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