Maybe it’s the mystery of the monarch’s flight that draws you.

It makes no difference which door you enter:
the firewheel
the dung beetle
the hummingbird
the bullfrog
the fawn
Orion
an oak tree
a creek
Mt. Rainier...

You find one friend outdoors
and before long
you see the network of relationship
the interwoven connections
the tapestry.
You see you are a part of the pattern.