It is an amazing piece of editing. The recent ad for Nike is seamless. Literally. One athlete slides or jumps or bolts into the next in a way that seems both painless and magical. Even the words they are speaking bleed into each other, as if we are pulled by parallel aspirations. One people.  

 

Heaven is created in the human form. Each angel is an individual in the sense that she or he performs a unique task. Yet they are intrinsically united by common love. My wrist works in concert with my shoulder. Blood vessels create a network all across my torso which interact with the lungs that fuel them. Scientists assure me that these connections are there, though I must confess I have never watched it happen. 

 

This week a friend asked if I would make her some masks. I said I would. The machine I worked on was a gift from a host of people who support my craft, so it felt appropriate to serve her in this small way. To thank me she brought cake from the local bakery, the one I sincerely hope will endure through this pandemic. I shared it with the twins, who at the time were working at the elementary school distributing supplies to the classrooms. Perhaps the crayons and paper will end up in front of the children or neighbors of my friend, or the baker with the spoon. The interconnections are everywhere, even if I can't always see them. 

 

When any of us imagine ourselves to be of greater value, or completely separate from others, we are as blind as an eye that has been severed from the optic nerve. As helpless as a foot cut off at the shins. 

 

But when we immerse ourselves in the passion that God longs to pour into all of us... each of us... we come into a vibrancy that is impossible in isolation. 

 

"The whole of heaven is in the form of a Grand Human."

Heavenly Secrets 6054, Emanuel Swedenborg