Outer world is also tree root and river rock, anthill and cloud. At some point the distinction between inner world and outer world itself dissolves.

Years ago I worked with a dance teacher who took us outside to dance under the sky, and we discovered that dancing outside is a special ecstasy, to dance in and with nature. One night she invited us to dance through the o in God. Another night she said we usually assume the soul is a tiny element somewhere inside the body, a bright light in the mind or in the heart. What if the soul is big, bigger than the body, and the body rests inside the soul? As we dance through space, extending feet, hands, elbows, ribs, we are brushing up against our soul, moving in an energetic circle that is our soul. The body inside the soul! Everything turns inside out. The soul becomes as immense as the sky. Dancing with each other, we are moving together in this soulful air.

My great-grandmother, a native american, or as she put it, children of the earth could always put a prospective on living as anyone I ever met. Take what you need to survive and leave twice as much when you depart, living to be 103 years old and never having to wear glasses to read, her stare always putting me in my place, her knowledge, and being able to catch a fish out of a mud puddle still mesmerizes I to this day; if I could only pass half as much to my children.