As the water flows over this weir, it seems to develop a distinct pattern of many parts. It’s almost as if there are suddenly dozens of almost parallel channels appearing as the water flows from right to left in this photo. Upstream the water seems to be of a whole. Downstream, after foaming and seething in a temporary chaos, it becomes whole again. But between the two phases of wholeness, and before the zone of chaos there is an area of organisation, where some of the water separates out enough from the surrounding water to appear almost like ropes, or pipes, or channels.
I look at this and I see how Life is. Life contains many paradoxes. It’s not “this or that”. All of Life is One, is Whole, and every moment produces distinct differences, so that every single path followed is unique. We are all separate, yet we are all of the same whole.
This separateness we live, this difference we experience, is temporary, and brief. Before we appear as individuals at birth, and until we breathe our last and slip away, there is no separateness. Isn’t that our challenge in life? To fully appreciate our uniqueness, our individuality, while never losing touch with the fact that we are a small, and transient, part of the whole. While never losing touch with the fact that we are intimately connected with every other uniqueness which is, which was, and which ever will be.
Life is flow. Life is change. Life is movement. Life is connection. And every life is unique.
Heroes Not Zombies 
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