i see leaves sometimes, just swirling in the wind, and it makes me think about how we separate ourselves. every once in a while, i wonder if our idea of distinctness is just too fixed. we build our walls, our ideas of what’s individual, and it all feels so defined. but how does it make sense that our kind of boundary is the only kind of boundary in the universe. the universe holds so many interwoven energies, so many connections that we might not even register. maybe what we consider separate isn't separate at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us, just wearing a different face…