There is something on the other end of that string.

We are in it together.
Every piece of it. No matter if you are the most reclusive introverted loner, or the jazziest outgoing extroverted socialite, you are connected. Most people either don’t realize this, or they will not admit it. But we are.

The Universe is one big swirling, curling, ball of everlasting string, all wound carefully, intricately, meticulously, and SO unpredictably together. Precisely and randomly connected.

And here in it, everything we do is an act of cooperation. If you step one little foot in the ocean, you are touching every drop of water, in all the oceans, just by degree of association. One drop touches the next, with out beginning or end. The land is the same. If you drive in your car on that land, the minute your butt hits the seat, you are touching all the people who built that thing, you are connected with all the workers who pave the roads, and fix the bridges, your wheels go round in accordance with all the other cars’ wheels as you collaborate to move through lanes and traffic lights. The lights, and all the individuals who sit at their desks at the power plant, and fix the lines, and change the bulbs. Back home again, there is that bowl of cereal on your breakfast table that would not be without the hands of a thousand others. Even down to the silver on the spoon.

Yes. Everything. Everything we do is an act of cooperation. You would not be sitting on the john, taking a poo, with out the ceramic toilet makers, the factory workers at Charmin, the ad executives too, all the workers at the water plant, the plumbers who put the throne in the house, and piped all the piping to all the other pipes. And on. All of them are there, in some way. Just when you were hoping for a little privacy.

Even those people who are “off the grid” in the most complete manner. They still need to breathe the air, and drink the water. Which is all dependent on the rest of the planet. We all goes, as it goes.

Every minute, we are a co-creators with the universe, and our true power comes from that partnership. I truly believe that is how it works. When we open ourselves up to this cooperation, we get in on the best of things. The perfect apple is in the bin at the grocery store. Our raise comes through. The light turns green as we pull up to the intersection. Those are the moments when things are all moving forward. But just as perfect are the moments that seemingly go sideways, or even, backward. It is all a part of it too. We catch a cold. The dryer goes out. We run out of peanut butter before the jelly is gone. We can’t find our keys.

In every piece of it, we have something to offer. We can’t force anything to happen. We can’t make another person do what we want. But we can offer our part to every moment and make a good choice, every time. No matter how small and insignificant it might seem, that one little thing connects to all the others. It is how the string is attached. And how we touch that string truly matters.


“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.”
— John Muir


“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.”
― Herman Melville


“There is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness.”
― Shannon L. Alder