My heart-opening glass of water.

I LOVE our friends. We don't get store-bought fruit cakes, re-gifted wines, or cheesy things with green felt lining on the bottom, we get incredible gifts- olive oil from a family farm in Torino, personally harvested chaga from Woodstock, hand-made smudge sticks from Mt. Shasta, rare fruits, coca leaves from Peru, stones/crystals from different places, and all manner of wonderful things from all over the Earth. And spring water. As in spring water collected from a spring. Who has had the opportunity and great blessing of drinking living water knows what a gift it is to consume. Actual spring water isn't a bottle of water that says "spring water" on its label. That water is treated and completely void of any and all traces of its original content if it was ever collected from a spring in the first place. So, if you've been drinking dead water your whole life and then have the chance to drink live, truly hydrating water from a spring (like I did a few years back from a spring in Maine when my friend brought us some in two 5 gallon jugs- Thank you Nalla!!! <3), that first sip is like an oceanic experience. It was so smooth and soft. It felt like velvet in my mouth and like oneness in my heart. I closed my eyes and felt connection to Pachamama and to Source. It took a moment to remember where I was. I held my glass of water as if I were holding a precious gem and I drank it deliberately and oh so ceremoniously. It was sublime. I was satiated like never before and didn't need water again until much later in the day.

A day later, still high from the experience, I sat in meditation and and my mind wandered to what in the WORLD else I was potentially missing from living a life of conformity and complacency. I began to get a real and more complete sense of why people like Daniel Vitalis began a website called www.findaspring.com and why people are choosy with their water, food, clothes, environment, etc etc etc. Before my experience with that glass of water, I thought why would ANYONE drive to a spring when they can get a decent bottle of water from the local Whole Foods. Then that "decent" water became not even close to good enough. It began to dawn on me why things like this were important. Why asking questions was important. Thus began my second round- so far in this lifetime- of unearthing some major truths.

Without asking questions, we miss being an active part of our own lives. It takes more work and creates discomfort sometimes, but isn't it worth taking matters into our own hands? Asking questions demands more from all of us... something, I understand, that is not for everyone. But I truly wish more of us would do it, for everyone's sake. After my water experience, my questions took me down another point of no return. I learned things I could never unlearn, nor would I want to. It is seemingly easier to live on automatic pilot and allow things to be chosen for me, but in the long and short run I am absolutely content being the author of my life or as much as I am allowed without beginning to hit some serious walls. Some call me a conspiracy theorist which is fine because I am the first to say that most truths nowadays do sound like an intricate plot for a bad movie: Murderous multi-national bio-tech company creates genetically modified bees that go mutant and wipe out the population of the earth in three days! Yes, Monsanto is now in the business of creating the frankenbees that can resist the chemicals and pesticides in their frankenfoods- the very frankenfoods that are wiping out the real bees and us.

Another friend of ours brought us a gallon of spring water this weekend and again I had some deep remembrances as I sipped. I felt again the very real truth that I am of the earth and that regardless of how strange life feels at times and how far we seem to have strayed from our original intent, everything is alright and everything comes from God (or Source, or Spirit, or whatever name you give it- if you even believe there is an IT). As I sip on it now, I recall the words of a very spiritual being that I heard earlier today: "Simplicity is divinity and divinity is simplicity." I gave some to my daughter so I can continue the legacy... so there will continue to be people on this Earth that know what truth tastes, smells, looks, sounds and feels like. And so that there will always be people to seek it out.