Spirit tells me that I need to learn to live in community in a mutually satisfactory way, with all others who are also living, or trying to live within the same conditions.
How is that possible where I am?
Where are you?
Below ground level, it seems, in the mud of a bog, entangled within roots of weeds, as well as those of more respected but stronger plants, who are also striving to live their life, their way.
All ways are one way.
Reaching for the light.