Remember you are this universe and this universe is you.

~~Remember, Joy Harjo, 1983

I stand on the rocky coast of a small island off the coast of Maine at high tide to give thanks to Grandmother Ocean for her presence in all her incarnations, changing continually and reminding me that creation is dynamic. I also give thanks to Earth Mother, reaching my hands downward toward her, my feet firmly planted on the rocks as she gradually sloped down, entering under the ocean to hold her. I look upward to Sky Father, the enormity of the universe unfolding over me. I raise my hands, opening them to Grandfather Fire, grateful for the Sun’s warmth today. Other times Grandfather Sun is hidden by clouds as well as by darkness, but always there, sometimes reflected in the brightness of the moon.

This time my vision grows. In a moment I know: We are held into infinity by this earth, this air, this water and this sun. There is no separation. The energy that pulses through me also radiates among us and through each of us, into us and outward from us into the universe, the universe extending further than it is possible to imagine. Finite in our bodies even as our beingness is one with the universe.