Something woke up within me this last year … the state of being grateful and humbled by the generosity of existence, of feeling my knees weak from awe at nothing in particular, and it changed my world. Is it the world awakening or me? How can I tell? And where do I draw the line anyway? Perhaps as within so without. In spite of appearances, maybe the boundary was never real anyway.

I see others see it too… this awe, this teary lens that reshapes the world and brings into focus something new. Fragments of some shared story convulsing to be born … a harp in a burnt out bus, a huddle in a Hong Kong street, an animal rescue effort in Australia, websites like benevolution and integral life, and the quiet voices on Facebook speaking of tolerance and hope that will not be silenced by the rowdy few. Proof enough for me.

In a fragmented world, I hear the restless stirring of a passion for that which is whole, for the coming together of a world torn to shreds by minds that have forgotten their own limits. Wind-blown threads gathered and rewoven into a vision of a better world. At the loom of our future, integral thinkers like Ken Wilber, Terri O’Fallon and so many others, others just like you and me, toil to weave a new tapestry for a new era, a new vision for what it means to be human in an age when the gods have been pushed aside as the architects for the ways of the world. Now, for better or worse, we decide where to from here.