Research continuously supports the premise that social networks are incredibly vital to a human being’s health, both mentally and physically. A conscious awareness of our everyday and divine interconnectivity is further critical to our survival as a species, not only as individuals. How easy is it to sever a string? How difficult is it to tear through an intertwined mass, with no discernable ends?
In a garden modeled on nature, where there is a dense, layered collection of diverse plants, with various microclimates, insect, bird, and animal interrelationships, and a thriving, teeming soil-life, there is little chance for “weeds” or for “pests” to destroy the life therein. In conventional gardens, with widely spaced rows and monocultural cultivation, the plants are isolated and ripe for destruction.
Similarly, in human life, where there are multi-dimensional, intimate relationships, both familial and within broader society, there is a greater strength and ability to cope with trauma, disaster, and despair. Individuals who cultivate their main relationships with any one dominant thing (bottles, TV sets, money, etc) are setting themselves up for easy predation. But as human beings are supposedly at the top of the food chain, this predation comes rather in the form of self-administered demons: dark thoughts, anxiety, and invisible cancerous cells.
Strength lies in being able to express and envision many different aspects of yourself and others, while still retaining integrity. You can take on many masks–your work mask, your father mask, your son mask, lover mask, cool mask, funny mask, angry mask, intelligent mask, sensitive mask, athletic mask, etc. You are able to shift, like the dunes in the desert wind, while still retaining the inner essence of what you are. You can be many things to many people, and many things to yourself, but out of this multiplicity you begin to form a broader, deeper vision of unity. And you can allow other people to be what they are, even when they express themselves only limitedly. Because everything has its place, everything has its context, beyond the confinements of understanding. Acceptance and conscious arrangement stand for so much more.
Some parts of yourself are jettisoned into the darkness, like skin shed painfully in the night. Out of this death steps new life, like the dead husks of plants spread on the bower of the soil to recompose and give back new life and nutrients as a mulch, and then taken back like lovers into the roots of growing life, to fruit and flower once again, again and again. Cycles are seen for what they are. There is no depression and despair in a place where nothing is wasted.
Waste nothing. Don’t waste your time, don’t waste your love, don’t waste your life away on things that make you feel alone and hopeless. Every single day of our lives we have to remind ourselves that we are more than this. We are more than words, more than thoughts, more than actions, more than histories. We are alive, we are beautiful, we are powerful, and we are deeply interconnected, so deeply interconnected that it really is facile and reductive to pretend that we are anything but one. And facile and reductive to pretend that everything is anything but us.