72 years, EveryNow is visible! Share peace, love, abiding joy
Author: Peter Pilley
Once it's visible, EveryNow simply must be shared. Peace, love, abiding joy. It can be yours. EveryNow.
Much of who and what this writer is I share in my various blog posts on my slowly growing EveryNow on the WordPress website.
~Love is present E v e r yN o w
One lumen is approximately equal to the amount of light put out by one birthday candle that’s one foot away from you. My Huawei P30 Pro can take a clear photo of a scene lit by one lumen. This fact let’s me assume no scene is beyond its low light capability. Nothing is uncapturable.
When unlit outdoor darkness prevails, however, I return to recall my west Wales country nightwalk in November.
The effect of placing one foot in front of another in pitch dark is to strip away all conscious processing of visual input, and enter that un-modern, uncivilised, unlit, unvectored, primordial space.
Here all mental activity is reduced to one cause and two effects, just as it is for all life in survival mode. Base animal instinct reactions take over.
Alone in the dark countryside there is only either no trigger, or one trigger which releases an Either Or response. These bypass thought. These occupy 360 degrees of visceral attention – hairs raised, breath bated.
When I was walking round Ysbyty Ystwyth, the slightest sound carried this message. On it all military training is built. I rejoiced to recognise it as belonging to me and my kin from well before I ever was born! Clear and loud and deep in my body it is, “Either it eats me; or I eat it!”
Become animal then, I am returned to my origin, forever changed. Respect is due to the universal drivers of survival
Through a sequence of good luck, I salvaged and kept this Czech lead glass crystal doorknob during ten house moves and over 50 years.
It was fixed to my parents’ bedroom door. The slanting rays of the afternoon sun were diffracted into spectral rainbows, just as they are in my photo today.
I must have been 6 or 7 years old, when I stood facing these vivid primary colours for the first time. I was alone in the flat. I remember moving my head slowly to let these extreme pure colours, one after the other, into my eye and so directly into my receptive youngster’s brain.
The explosion of sensory overwhelm transformed into something I was able to understand much later as an elemental transcendental experience.
These colours, even to my ancient adult eyes today, appear to me like the stuff of supernatural science-fiction. They have an unearthly, exquisite beauty. At the same time, they are most observably real as well as incomprehensible, outlandish, utterly indescribable intensely private personal experiences.
I can easily date from that moment till now my perennial search for all and any transcendental experiences to this first childish encounter with the wonder of sunlight split into its constituent rainbow of colours.
Reason and reasoning set limits to the transmission of my experience of lived bliss.
The words and concepts academics use often stand like screens shielding the reader from an intuitive appreciation of non-duality, non-judgemental views, non-attachment, or unconditional love.
It has to be so, if they are to satisfy the questions people put to those who understand.
The bliss of existence in the full arc-light of its own being defies analysis. True, it yeilds a portion of its omnipresent magic to descriptions of what it is not.
in my EveryNow blog, I avoid cause and effect, question and answer, meaning extracted from hard fact. I mine for magic, not meaning.
The questions people ask of meaning are like cars run out of petrol overtaken long ago by answers which never needed questions to attain motion!
In EveryNow, if I am able, I play with the elementary particles of awe that whizz so fast, they look to produce a steely curtain.
As I invite closer and closer approach, it is seen only as a diaphanous veil of excited curiosity through which I invite the brave to walk, dressed in fool’s costume, with furled supersonic wings of angels
Photograph from the viewing port of Starship EveryNow taken at the Southbourne Overcliff path.
Who knows what who thinks they mean, when they glower at another and say “Go! Go back to where you came from!”
Where do “they” come from? Do “they” not come from there where they and we all are going?
We arise 🌱 we flower 7🥀 we melt away 🪐
Here is the beauty that can heal it all. We inescapably disappear into the same void out of which we all are spawned and towards which we are simply walking back home. We were sparingly scattered atoms and wave-particles which coalesced and reconstituted to form temporary shapes we call ourselves.
He or she who says, “Go back, get away, get lost!” is a slave to ignorance of the unity and of the single energetic origin of herself or himself.
My peace of mind and body washes me clean every time I remember the mind-boggling enormity of the place in which we all derive our living and being.
My photo is of a fragment of the Universe. Your home as much as mine.
While I am out and about on my own Chatting to Things is there magic to be found in an intimate meeting with a stone or a flower along life’s way?
There is a kind of self litmus test that I sometimes do when strolling out. It’s similar to seeing if the power monitor light is lit.
I look into my soma, and I check over how my body is responding to an appreciation of a curve of stem, the stimulating sight of a striation of petal, the pleasurable noise of a whirring flick of sparrow wings.
I ask, am I melting inside like a teenager in love? Does my next breath hardly dare to arrive? Do I obviously desire to smile without any initiating movement in my lips?
Sick or sweet, elevated, neutral, sullen or despondent, I am finding that Love is present EveryNow.
That is how it is. That is how I know it. I am ten times ten thousand per cent alive, just as is everything and everyone, sight unseen
The time is ripe to abolish singleton power. We had success for millenia when small scattered agricultural communities chose reliable people of trusted integrity to lead their decision making and to speak for all to neighbouring communities.
The time is overdue when systems of democratic process adopt flatter, more immediately accountable, group-rule management on behalf of the groups who place them in authority and who place their dependency in their hands.
One person one vote, Yes.
But “No” to handing total executive control to one person for howsoever short a time.
Human ingenuity and research and resourcefulness have developed and continue to develop amazing tools to provide for our comfort and health in ways that are sustainable.
Human frailty, fallibility and unpredictability under pressures of responsibility have proved and continue to prove terrifyingly catastrophic indicators of long term unhealthy development of worldwide humanity.
What benefit can any of these persons offer our descendents, if today we carry on allowing even a tiny number of ignorant and ill-intentioned leaders to do irreparable damage to our planet’s ecosystems on a planet-wide scale?
It’s okay to rebel. No complainant can carry legitimacy, if every one of us does not in everyday life think, do, say, or promote what brings about change for the general good
There are so many layers to the exercise of choice. I can choose! That is a first. I can choose to go. That’s an adventure beginning. I can choose to go with the flow, to disturb nothing when I arrive, to be one among the passing breezes.
And I can choose to know my footfall is noticed by no one and nothing at the shores of time, like my smile to myself in the dark just before sleep overtakes my sore heart!
It’s Zen-like. When I step back from the sharp end and I choose to grasp at nothing, with the careful and compassionate exercise of choice, in the end peace arrives.
Peace takes up residence at my head and feet. I know it’s present, because it loudly makes zero demands of space or time.
As I stand at the sandy shores of peace, do I know if I am the one who watches the ripples rippling? Am I the ripples? My heart cannot be doing with such questions, when it is rippling with love unending 🕊️
The blueness of sky simply releases in me and in my fellow family of humans an abundance of unconditional gratitude
COLOURS OF MY GRATITUDE
VIOLET is on the edge of the spectrum visible to humans. After and before the electromagnetic spectrum we humans know as “visible” exist vast energy-matter-probability fields we can visualise as our home, the Universe.
My gratitude is VIOLET for daily and constantly recognising my place in the Universe as a valid and valued entity gives me my identity, reminds me of the vital necessity for humility and helps me to keep my integrity in perspective and in balance with my aspirations.
My heart, my body and my mind, in that order, are my three best friends. My gratitude for my intuition is INDIGO. Indigo is near the limits of my human visual capability.
Intangible, formless and shapeless are my abilities to know without being told, to foresee without a person to guide, to read the heart of another without one word being exchanged, to imagine with no limits of any kind, internal, external or temporal. My gratitude for these gifts and graces is Indigo
My gratitude for being able to speak, be heard and understood is BLUE. Like the watery moisture on which all life depends, blue reminds me that life speaks through our thoughts, words, songs and stories. It reflects our identities on this Earth, from which we are formed and to which we all return.
GREEN! I am grateful for the ever visible reminder that life begins with growing things. Green grass, trees, seaweed, moss offer up their living aliveness to all eyes with no preconditions and no questions. Their greeness generates unquestioning love in my heart. The flow of energy from the cycles of green things growing makes me humbly grateful.
YELLOW is the colour of my gratitude for the harmony in my conscious decision-making.
When I remember how valued, loved, wanted, nurtured, nourished I am by ancestors, loved ones, family, friends and all of Humanity, I experience a falling away of disturbances, such as fear, anger, frustration, impatience or confusion.
Negative emotions flow contrary to life’s natural flow of blessings. Yellow is my gratitude for the falling away of the restraints of negativity when I touch into and activate my own loving kindness
ORANGE is my gratitude for children and their existence as reflections of the universal desire for the continuance of the flow of life.
I am a creature of desires. I recognise I am one pixel of humanity. My humanity recognises how my identity is constituted as one active cell in a membership of cells. My balance preserves and maintains my life and my life is made meaningful with the blessing of my offspring. Those of my fellow humans serve to justify and validate my existence, too.
Whenever I go deep into my being, deep RED rises in me. My body, my bones, my soma, my blood, but mostly my blood and flesh, come to my awareness.
I experience a recognition of red in gratitude that this is my blood, and with my recognising, I hug my fleshly self, and quite spontaneously, I am boundlessly grateful to be alive in a beautiful ocean of life!
BLACK is the outline of the holographic visions I summon up at will when my spirit takes wing. From these unlikely ponts of departure, from out of nowhere, my magician mind can engender images on the wheeling whirling stage of my creative wishing!
As I dance, I reach up into purple skies and with both hands I draw down nebulae, galaxies and whizzing showers of exotic particles to partner with me!
And so it is! My freedom to choose from all the world’s libraries of Gratitude brings me bliss and ecstacy in uncountable plenitude.
I ask the horizon, and the horizon beams to me gold and silver crepuscular rays, jewelling the scented wavecrests from here to forever.
I say, “Come clouds, burst into rainbow coloured music, and shower the fields of joy with iridescent flower petals of blue and white” and so it is.
~ Love’s presence EveryNow makes no demands on us. The blue of sky is simply blue. What blueness triggers in me and in my fellow family of humans is unconditional gratitude
🟢 Meditation on Awarenesses of Acceptance and Sufficiency ⚪
These are awarenesses, resources of great value, that I am unlocking more and more on my Journey.
In seeking to embrace these, I am inspired by the example of a friend, whose startling quality of compassion in action and word has made me strive to understand the source, the better to emulate and assimilate this living spirit of compassion.
I see much value in the practice of Acceptance. Acceptance smoothly paves over the crevasses of treacherous impulse to blunder and bluff.
Daily, daily, I am in confrontation.
These are like great stirrings, as my hot indignation coming upon a selfish arrogant owner who is letting his dog “worry” swans.
Or these may be small stirrings: a person whose relationship to me commands respect, yet whose insistent manner rouses an aggressive response in me.
My responses stem from my self-regard blinkered from and blind to the life I share with people around me.
Acceptance is tearing away my blinkers. It’s me choosing to reach up to a panoramic viewpoint, consciously remaining exactly where I am, but at the same time giving myself the gift of the widest possible perspective at my location.
Once I arrive there – and I can choose to arrive in a flash – I am immediately reduced to my true size relative to “where I’m at”, and so I am released!
I am released from confrontation.
In my eyes, Acceptance is an unwavering loyal friend, as I walk hand in hand with my other awareness – Sufficiency.
If I calm myself and allow myself to come into closest connection with some external event, it can show me clearly and directly a total, utter and complete satisfaction – there can be no outside of ‘Sufficiency’.
Sufficiency is the time from the outside to the still-point centre of anything at all.
Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.
When there is no longer a fear of death, the THISNESS of bliss is understood as Sufficiency in itself.
Sufficiency is Love’s second gift. The first is immeasurable presence.
Sufficient is a living beating newborn heart, a rust encrusted pencil sharpener, the fury of blind rage reboant, the fractal three of clover, the Pale Blue Dot seen through Saturn’s rings.
It suffices with a soundless extreme implosion of perfection not to know, not to have been present, never to have loved, never to be more than only somewhat…
It is my awareness of Sufficiency which links me directly to the sum of all joys.
Any joy of any sort piercing the living moment is sufficient.
If I go out and about with a pocketful of forethought, and if I encounter a delight, I need not let it enter me and then pass me by.
For example, I may be kissed, and as I stop taking breath, I let myself feel all the breaths I have ever breathed contained in that kiss.
I do not think, “This is a kiss”. A kiss which knows itself to be a kiss will instantly self-destruct and disappear as completely as if it had never been.
The treasure awaiting my discovery in any experience is made suddenly visible by my inborn ability to allow its inherent quality of Sufficiency to overtake both it and me.
Every such wholly-lived experience is so naturally powerful just because it arrives in my life carrying its own tiny share of the cosmic Big Bang.
For me, that presumed Singularity is where time, space, matter, co-exist with love. This is where we came from and where we will return.
Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.
Sufficiency may be said to be without form, because it allows for all potential outcomes from void.
If I can only stop trying to dream, I can awake to find I am being dreamed by my dream.
The naked flesh of humility is clothed by sufficiency.
Awareness of Sufficiency has more gravity than its own mass! It is the cornerstone of Acceptance.
Acceptance extends, as does Humility, as does compassion, as does peace, indefinitely, infinitely.
Evil arrives packed with the concepts and structures of its own downfall and failure.
Evil will always be present. Our preoccupation is not to banish what cannot be eliminated.
Ours is to bang the casseroles loudly from the roof tops, bring burning sticks into dark caves where evil lurks, and by so doing set in motion the train of fears which will crash and burn the evil men do
A friend may answer the question like this, “By being more present – for others – and in the course of this, for myself.”
I say a life more heart-centered in the terms described, “for others”, may derive from an imposed, expected, socially acceptable requirement.
I didn’t seek to live my life from the heart. It happened that my heart was revealed to me, in a sudden and shocking way. This was mediated through the extraordinarily powerful joining of prolonged eye-contact one-to-one, during wordless partnering in Biodanza.
I was briefly invited to share with another person our most sacred innermost spaces where the heart dwells. This can elicit a response in both people. I saw the shining integrity (non-judgemental, undifferentiated wholeness) in the soul of another. I saw the purity of the shine which the soul emits.
During those same shared moments, I felt my identity melt away. It became airy, then transparent. I felt dizzy, as when there is a sudden absence of old familiar coordinates to rely on. I teared up, because what I was seeing clear as daylight for the first time were these fine human characteristics. Integrity, honesty, and trust.
The greatest of these is trust. So much of the foundations, scaffolding and structures of functional society and of the wholesome individual are based on trust. Where there is trust, hope, growth and love can flourish.
I felt the avalanche of an emotion which was not love for another person. It was non-attached love. Love not disembodied at all, but grounded, real, rooted deeply and from time immemorial. I did not fully recognise it at that time (early 2013).
What I later grasped was that I had touched into, or received, a taste of the original life-force which keeps my life alive and guards both itself and myself with the power that comes from the place where I was born, and to which you, I and we all are returning, yes, each at our own pace, but as one human Tribe of sentient beings.
It has a well-known effect, this shared time of eye-gazing. Only it so happens that I was at a threshold when my heart, which I had been cloaking from even my own view for 66 years, shone reflected back to me from the heart of another. I was not “blown away”. I was literally blown open.
Firstly, I’m lucky that this awakening occured at all. Many may live and end life without this sort of revelation of the one-ness of all existence. This vision of one-ness is too powerful to frame in words. It is to be experienced, to be lived. It’s like electric current present in a copper wire. I know it’s there. Once my hand touches the wire, the shock through my body transmutes my knowledge into pure experience.
Secondly, my heart remained and remains open. My personal impression is that a heart opened can never fully close again. Some may arrive in a space which is heart-centric, abide there for a while, and then in some way or other they deny, discount or disregard their experience, simply because they lack sufficient first-hand knowledge of the life of the living heart of life.
I am incredibly lucky on two counts.
After all, when living is and always has been plain sailing from day to day, what useful purpose can be served, disturbing the expectation of the routine, by placing a hand on a live wire? I thought I knew what ecstacy is. It is like a cause and effect, isn’t it? And when the cause is absent, ecstacy vanishes.
My ecstatic experience of being alive does not depend on an external cause. For a long, long time I had been seeking to understand what causes ecstatic experience. I made strenuous and continual efforts to get under the skin, to get into the mind, to attempt to MELD with the living aliveness I see is present in every other life form around me. This process of enquiry resolves itself by reforming itself into a process of self-enquiry.
How is it possible that I am both alive and life is living me?
I am alive and life is living through me as well as in me. This is sufficient cause to be swirling, pulsing with the ecstacy of life lived all of the time, day and night, in fullest possible awareness.
I am alive and not dead. This alone warrants lusty songs of gratitude. Yes, I am grateful I am not dead!
My heart is beating. It is beating like every heart that is, was, and will be. This force that keeps the beat from embryo to this very moment is not mine alone. Mine is a share of the same life force whose origins are traceable along the whole route through scientific investigation (and common sense) to the Big Bang
🟢 Meditations on Awarenesses of Acceptance and Sufficiency ⚪
I see much value in the practice of Acceptance.
Acceptance smoothly paves solid ground over my treacherous impulse to blunder and bluff. Such responses stem from my self-regard blinkered from, perhaps fearful of and wilfully blind to the life I share with people around me.
Acceptance is tearing away my blinkers of self-regard.
Acceptance is me choosing to reduce my true size relative to “where I’m at”, and so I am released!
Acceptance releases me from confrontation, spite, doubt, confusion. Above all, I am released from the need to hide from others.
Acceptance of who I am, without precondition, with no judgement, opens me to self-love. Self-love may be timid, shy, inclined to spend time waiting. Self-love welcomed, accepted, is an invincible ally. Self-love will glory in reminding me of the mutually shared love story between my heart and me.
Acceptance is an unwavering loyal friend, as I walk hand in hand with my other awareness – Sufficiency.
Sufficiency is the time from the outside to the still-point centre of anything at all.
Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.
There can be no outside of ‘Sufficiency’.
Sufficiency is Love’s second gift. The first is immeasurable presence.
When there is no longer a fear of death, the THISNESS of bliss is understood as Sufficiency in itself.
Sufficient is a living beating newborn heart, a rust encrusted pencil sharpener, the fractal three of clover, the pale Blue Dot seen through Saturn’s rings.
When Sufficiency arrives with a soundless extreme implosion of perfection, I am surprised it’s completely enough not to know, not to have been present, never to have loved, never to be more than merely somewhat…
It is my awareness of Sufficiency which links me directly to the sum of all joys.
Any joy of any sort piercing the living moment is sufficient.
For example, I may be kissed. At that instant, all the breaths I have ever breathed are contained in that kiss.
I do not think, “This is a kiss”.
A kiss which knows itself to be a kiss will instantly self-destruct and disappear as completely as if it had never been.
The treasure awaiting my discovery in any experience is made suddenly visible by my inborn ability to allow its inherent quality of Sufficiency to overtake both it and me.
Every such wholly-lived experience – no matter if it feels bad or good – is so naturally powerful for the simple reason that it arrives in my life carrying its own tiny share of the cosmic Big Bang.
For me, that presumed Singularity is where time, space, matter, co-exist with love. This is where we came from and where we will return.
Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.
Sufficiency is without form, because it allows for all potential outcomes from void.
The naked flesh of humility is clothed by Sufficiency.
Awareness of Sufficiency has more gravity than its own mass! It is the cornerstone of Acceptance.
Acceptance extends, as does Humility, as does compassion, as does peace, indefinitely, infinitely.
If heightened sense of connection to all aspects of existence were sufficient all by itself, then my life and the entire caboodle would simply be a one-dimensional affair.
However, this experience of intensity is so myriadfold and multidimensional, it wells up, overflows the restricted borders of my own body and mind, so I have no choice but to share, and use every ounce of the strength of my living being to share and share it well.
I do reach out with my limited means of expression and with my words. These are so approximate to the task.
By these acts of core communication I confirm my humanity, my self-respect, and I try to make my own animal dignity an acceptable example among my fellow beings.
Sydney’s New Year’s Eve fireworks extravaganza ushers in 2020. Wolter Peeters.
Only care!
We do not know what the future may bring us.
If it were true that we also did not care what the future may bring, we would not take notice of the cyclic nature of our existence.
If we also did not care about the future, we would not attribute enough importance to it to wish one another the best outcome that each would attempt to extract from that place of wishfulness we arbitrarily call New Year, anniversary, birthday.
I do care. I do take notice. And I attribute more urgency and importance even than do you, to your own successful outcomes, big and small, in this solar cycle of your precious life.
We are all one, we share DNA, we survive the centuries and we thrive, not in turning our back on one another’s trials and tribulations, but because we gladly accept that we utterly depend on the successes of the myriad choices everyone makes EveryNow.
The small choices we make, one by our beautiful ones, together form the networks of humanity which support me, you, everyone and everything we care about.
There is a pressure from within to be creative. Our human creative impulse is sacred and precious, and it springs eternal from within us all.
I tend to measure the extent of my wellbeing by how much room and time I devote to any creative thought, impulse or activity.
I brindle and bristle loudly at the mention of things inside feeling as if they are not right during blank or uncreative episodes. I would get even more agitated, if these periods of no creativity are called out as not good.
The leafless “lifeless” trees in winter engage in new life-giving creativity through a symbiosis of biochemical fungal activity deep in their earth-bound roots.
In recent years, the intense all pervading peace I have found through conscious cultivation of acceptance during the seemingly dead zones of my weeks and days has taught me to be the Acceptor.
I can accept harmony and balance continue growing wholesome and undamaged even though I may not be able to visit or view or creatively engage with them, when my heart seems cloaked off in those null, dull, dark times.
I am not unlike a living rooted plant. I must gratefully accept as gifts the fluctuations in the circumstances and the environment that is mine. Like a plant, I accept that certain elements like harmony and balance may play out on such large time-scales that I may not get so much as a reassuring glimpse of them in my daily life.
I do know my whole being is well-taken care of by mysterious forces of Lunar wellness and Solar goodness. I do know I am massively grateful to have occasional glimpses by the Ah! of simple hindsight into those mysterious and ever-present flows of life-giving strength which the Sun and Moon fill me with.
In a galaxy a long way away, I found a Palace. It was made during millions of years of evolution, and its existence was the urge to grow.
It grew away from the centre of its planet, and was admired by all who had ganglions to admire with.
The empty Palace requires a visitor, for with no witnesses, the structure exists inchoate, incomplete. With or without a witness, it crumples and melts down into the loam of its origin anyway.
It has constructed itself to be an object of desire to beings with legs or wings.
In their absence, it relies on its trillion brethren to display its message and with it to fill every space between fire and ice.
Long ago, it took the form that love takes whenever love has the opportunity to dance with atoms.
Therefore it has no need to say, “Love”.
~ ♡ 🌟 ♡ ~
[This report from an interstellar explorer was rebroadcast to its galaxy far far away, in the hope that the Palaces of Earthly Love may come to be recognised, venerated and given the status of Universal Stellar Protection by all star-system populations for all time]
AUTHOR’S FOOTNOTE
I took a photo of an unusually coloured striated garden poppy. Later that day, I enhanced it slightly, to post it on Facebook, and then the line came, “In a galaxy a long way away”.
The combined factors involved in the arrival on Earth of such a complex botanical structure are all but impossible comprehend.
My whole life I have struggled to find out how mathematics, geometry, cellular biology, phytochemistry and evolutionary botany, could affect an organism whose purpose of existence is single-pointed, and whose outward form is graceful, coherent simplicity.
A most effective and dramatic perspective I have been using for years is to pretend I have stepped off a Flying Saucer and am taking stock of an endless variety of never-seen, never-imagined Earthly life forms.
What happens when I, a creature from another solar sytem, am walking in a land of non-stop discovery?
In a flash, my perspective broadens by astronomical leaps. I am one being in a Cosmos of beings, all completely different, yet all sharing life.
My restless questions about origins, about shape, form and composition fade into a lower state of urgency. What matters is the universality of life.
My garden poppy is a messenger of life, and the astonishment is clear. Poppy exists throughout the millenia.
The manner of life’s self-assembly, of life’s urge to exist, endure, and replicate have come to me in this one flower – just for me and only at this point in time – via the operation of whole epochs of confusion, destruction and rebirth.
I have no reason to be shy to say this. It represents the result of massive recurring surges of the pure powers of love on our planet.
There is something inexplicable and unfindable in the startling grace displayed in this poppy. The grace does not require analysis or research. It simply asks of me to release all question, and to accept with childlike wonder the blindingly brilliant fact of its existence, here and now, with me
At an elevation of 30 metres, my heart looks out towards the sea.
It is the English Channel. It is home to fish I cannot see, crustaceans, microorganisms. Their hearts are beating at depths I cannot see.
I am aware of the entire planet, the continuation to where I cannot see, over the horizon. More sea, more living heart beating life forms. And they are all in one vast interconnected body of salt water called seas and oceans covering the planet.
I turn round to face away from this extravagance of elemental water. I look instead to where my home is, the homes of my friends, family, those I think of as individuals who form part of the crowds of people.
As I live and breathe, the living breathing lives of land, sea and air breathe with me and to me.
Sleepy heads are hidden under feathered wings, cold-blooded vertebrates that do float, insects numbersome as the stars in the crevices of the sky.
All and each are trending small lives of supreme value.
The View at 72+ 