When I make my cup of tea, the planet is spinning, children play in the background, the evening is settling in, pretending to be busy and important in front of the eyes of the house. Kettle is boiled, tea bag in.

Moment after moment, my attention goes into imagination, dreams, but also feels others’s presence. Others who are not physically here, but more present to me than if they were in my kitchen.

What a strange panel of people: a few exes, a few animals, a few old friends, and me. Why this is happening now seems odd, perhaps this always takes place, only I don’t realize it?

As I focus on my breathing, my imagination makes all kind of plans, has a heated conversation with a few friends across the ocean. When we are back online, or on the phone I will be able to articulate my thoughts, my points, my arguments. But.. wait a second.. why do I need to make points? Convince?

A car passes by, my partner speaks too loud, I lose contact with my dream world.

The tea will be ready soon, I clean the litter, put out the clothes, it is almost dark now, and suddenly windy. I should have brought my jacket with me.

From one moment to the next, the flow of existence keeps going, the universe keeps spinning, the Earth still is in pain somewhere, and in another place, far away she feels happy.

Connected to our planet and belonging here, in this moment, feeling all our consciousnesses as one. Feeling our hope, our fears, feeling the courageous ones, the ones who want to make a difference.

The tea is ready! Rosehip! The one I bought for my special days in good company!