everything really is connected. my culture-addled brain wants me to forget this, keep me standing in the field alone, but my body will always remind me. my heart will break, my bones will ache, my breath will some small gasping make. the point of all-connection for me must start when i first roll out of bed, or the chances of the day being spent in a brain-spin media-frenzy are significantly high. smokey the bear pointing into the red zone. prayers of gratitude, prayers of humility, eyes wide open, smelling the morning air as i walk to work, these points of departure set the course for a day of connectivity, grace and joy.