So I’m heading into Mammoth Cave, about to enjoy a tour of the large caves of Kentucky. Butterflies are everywhere, flying to and fro. One decides it should take rest in of all places…my bootie. Yes…that’s right, my behind. Isn’t life interesting?

So I’m heading into Mammoth Cave, about to enjoy a tour of the large caves of Kentucky. Butterflies are everywhere, flying to and fro. One decides it should take rest in of all places…my bootie. Yes…that’s right, my behind. Isn’t life interesting?

There is a certain level of spiritual intensity that comes from standing at the edge of a vast body of water. A couple of days ago, I stood beside an entity so gentle, yet so powerful, I was moved to sit quietly and honor its presence.
I listened to her voice as she spoke of ages gone by, of moments upon moments that told the story of a planet still not yet born. She moved between my toes, around my ankles and enveloped my legs, all the while reminding me that I am part of her, I am one with her.
She was there before Turtle Island, before a name was given to the things that needed no name. They just were. And everything knew what they were without question, without the need to be told.
Behind me she flows…moving out and away as the sun moves down, as the light walks away to greet those on the other side of this big blue planet. On that other side continues my sister, the ocean. Those who believe they have power may separate her by name, but they can never destroy the truth. She is one. We are one. They may call her Atlantic, and tomorrow, as they stand on the other side of a continent, call her Pacific. But she is still one. She wraps around the third from the sun like love wraps around love. She is ocean. She is the unnamed living being that needs no name. She is what she wants to be…what she needs to be. She is that thing which we cannot understand. She is one body, flowing around continents and islands and rocks, around bodies that swim through her–around me who wants to swim through her for days to come.
She, which is the unnamed, goes by the nickname, water. I honor her with everything I am. I bow to her with all my being. It is because of her that I am. It is through her womb that my force has risen to the surface of the cosmos, landing on this soil, this place that houses so many life forces. I am, because she is. I, too, am water…fluid and free, flowing across moments, through ages…I am water…quiet and calm, yet powerful and intense. I am water…water, flowing on sand.
When was the last time you took a trip to your local library?
Go there. Look around, grab a few books and sit in the library to read. Let the atmosphere take hold of you and nestle you into the book. Read for at least an hour or two while there. Borrow a couple of books.
Share the experience of going to the library.
When was the last time you cooked something completely from scratch? When last have you baked bread; made a pizza; made pancakes; or french fries, all from scratch…nothing from a box, bag or can–all fresh ingredients? Nothing premixed.
Try it. Make something yourself, something you always buy. Put away that pre-made pancake mix and find your bag of flour. Forget the fast food joints and cut up your own potatoes and make some french fries.
Share your recipe with me and how making something yourself made you feel.
Look around your home. You have a lot of stuff like most people. Take a paper and pen and make a note of all the things you haven’t touch for over 4 years. That includes forks, knives, pots, cups, plates, shoes, clothes, bed sheets, furniture, etc. Anything and everything…if it hasn’t been touched for over 4 years, then why do you have it? Pick only one of these areas, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, etc. and minimize. Get rid of all the items you have not used in at least 4 years. If you haven’t used it in that time, you probably never will. Take the leap. Let go and minimize your life. It will open up spiritual space for spiritual gifts.
Share some of the items you’ve let go of permanently.
What if it were disclosed to the world that there was no moon landing? Imagine this possibility. What would it mean to you? How would you process that information?
And what would it say about those who created the lie and why they created it? Would this revelation change your perception of this society you live in? How?
If you could be any animal for a lifetime, which animal would you be and why?
My animal: There are many so called exotic animals I could pick. But I’d like to try the life of an elephant. They are such interesting creatures.
You are able to travel back in time to one day and one day only. What day would you visit and what would you change?
My day: The day before I was conceived. I’d like to participate in deciding where in space and time I am born. I would like to pick a time in the far past, or far future. But certainly I would not pick my current time.
Men, you are an egg. Women, you are a sperm. Men, imagine the sperm is about to penetrate your membrane, your egg, and a new life is on the brink of being created. How do you feel?
Women, you are a sperm and about to penetrate the membrane of the egg. You are a part of creating new life. How do you feel?
What are each of you thinking about your role in this miracle?
Go online and find a headshot of someone you don’t know. Examine the picture and describe for me what you see. Tell me what the person looks like? Age, race, culture, if possible.
What emotion do you see coming through?
Imagine I am blind and will never have the opportunity to see the picture. Get me to see what you see and feel what you perceive the person is feeling.
Turn off the television for three days. Come back and share your experience. What was it like? Did you miss it? And I don’t mean did you miss the local news or your favorite show. I mean did you feel anxiety about not watching TV in general? Or was it a refreshing and welcomed break? Were you more at peace? Or were you about to pull your hair out? Did you sleep better? Worse? Were your dreams different?
Do tell.
When was the last time you examined a piece of nature? Go outside and pick up something; a blade of grass, a leaf, a rock. Spend 20 minutes experiencing the item. Think about its constitution.
Share the curiosities you have about the item. Share your revelations.