We are in relationship with a human being even before we enter the world, and the moment we are snatched from our mother’s wombs we are immediately a relational being. We are now in relationship with heat and cold, soft and hard, other humans, our own selves, the memories immediately being created and the world we begin to sense and observe. We are always in relationship with something, someone, or somewhere, until we die, yet we quickly adapt to the notion we are not. No man IS an island, yet over time it may seem we do our best to live on that illusion island. The only thing we will do alone is die. As Margaret Wheately shares, “Nothing living lives alone”. Look around and note how many things you actually are related to, including the cloths on your body and the thoughts you are now having about that.
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