It is all the same, it is all connected. Your electricity--your atoms, your as-yet-unnamed magical substance that animates those electric impulses into personality, art, speech, and movement--match the galaxy and the worlds beyond, match the sea and the worlds below.
So, in light of that, how much of an obstacle is a wall?
I don't know why we think of wood as being soft, because it's not--not in the derogatory way in which we acquaint softness with weakness, anyway.
This kind of softness--or mobility, if you will, flexibility--is stronger than the fiercest steel. Metal is strong, but cold with so little life-force and no natural beauty (in this humble explorer's opinion, anyway).
But wood? It grows and *learns* as it grows--which way to bend, where to send roots, which neighbors carry medicinces, which toxins. And when it finally, finally falls? It feeds that which fed it.
That is the kind of sustained beauty, sustained strength, and sustainable life to which we should all bow, bend, and grow.
Social media has helped us connect in myriad, incalculable ways.
I like to think of this as a good thing. It *is* a good thing. It is our platform for change, a solution to loneliness, to isolation, and a stellar tribe-finding tool.
But, like everything else, it has its temptations.
Don't change your story. Don't become more "beautiful" on a screen than you are in physical, manifested life, because you can't be--nothing can replace the breathtaking wonder that you are, in the flesh, in the voice, in the powerful force of your own two feet meeting this earth.
Know what your tools are, and know how to use them.
But don't think a picture of a hammer is going to build you a house.
Don't go all doomsday on us, here. We need you present, clear-headed. The snake oil is thick on the ground, but you're wearing your kick-ass Doc Martins (you dug them out of 1999 and, of course, they still look intimidating as hell and fit you perfectly) and you're ready to roll.
Not in violence, no, never in violence, but to stand your ground. To open your mouth.
There is nothing more powerful than an immobile soul speaking her truth.