The habitation of multitudes

When we look at ourselves, each other and the beings around us, we usually see in the singular.

A person. A friend. A tree.

Perhaps our individualist lens obscures the insight that we are all multitudes.

This old oak houses many more-than-human communities. So the fact that it no longer has leaves doesn’t mean it isn’t alive.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿