You are me, and I am you.
Isn’t it obvious that we “inter-are”?
You cultivate the flower in yourself,
so that I will be beautiful.
I transform the garbage in myself,
so that you will not have to suffer.
I support you;
you support me.
I am in this world to offer you peace;
you are in this world to bring me joy.
~ Thich Nhat Hanh
It’s probably no surprise that I awoke this morning, thinking of dependent origination. As I sat awaiting the quiet sunrise, and studied the rocks below, they became dependent upon the sea, dependent upon the skies, dependent upon the trees. Spencer joined me for a bit. He sounds like he is catching a cold. Will I catch a cold? There is not one thing I can think of that doesn’t intertwine.