“Earth Mother, you who are called by a thousand names. May all remember we are cells in your body and dance together.” - Starhawk
If you’ve ever flown, you know that from just below the clouds, the roads are like arteries and the cars like cells. From above the traffic, it becomes clear that though we all have places to go we just keep circulating through the streets. We race and pause and stop and start, never sure if the road we are turning on to will be congested or barren and free.
For example, every other day, I flip my blinker and drive down Washington Avenue. Some days, there isn’t a car and the lights are all green. Other days, I have to wait, and I get irritated. But whether I’m early or late by my time, the dilation and constriction of events is something beyond my control.
In truth, like little cells, we race up and down pathways collecting and dispersing, feeling crowded then lonely, and somehow just doing so keeps the world body healthy. Like blood through a body, we are life pumping through the streets. Even waiting at a light, we are helping life go on.