Dispatch from the Wild Interior: November 6, 2020

3 of Cups: Abundance feels alien to some of us. We’ve been taught that more for someone else means less for us, as if the supply of whatever it is we need must necessarily be as limited as a single apple pie in the center of a massive and populous table. But our hearts know better, as do our bones, the parts of us that call across the divide with an offer to iterate outside what we are at the cellular level: joined, common, enmeshed, entwined. Here’s the truth: the only evolution left is co-evolution. Loving union is the only way we make it through.