Save the bees?

Real quick, did you see the news about whale songs being similar to human speech? Who saw Avatar: The Way of Water? I mentioned this the other day, there’s a reason everyone saw it. Now, saving the planet - who has time for that?

I used to feel the same way, just over a year ago. Save the bees? I’m trying to save money on eating out too much. I’m trying to save time by ignoring chores so I can spend two hours just laying there, shrouded in my own misery. Why is it that I never have any time to relax, and yet I am always laying down? My body isn’t doing anything, that’s for damn sure. So what gives?

What about the bees though? I’m getting there. Have you ever heard of Marcus Aurelius? Nietzche? Plato? Jesus? The Buddha? Alan Watts? Bruce Lee? What about the iguana Adam Sandler played in that Netflix movie? Rango maybe?

There’s a certain element of hardship-revelation-serenity that has managed to find its way into myths, legends and even history itself. People in AA that have described their “white light” experiences all contain a similar event just before the Holy Spirit removed their addiction - desperation. Some were in the hospital finding out just how bad the damage was, some were in prison, but all of them ended up on their knees crying in Wal-Mart because SOMETHING happened inside. They knew from that day forward alcohol would no longer be a problem. And they were right, even though I didn’t believe them. Who cares what I think anyway?

The point is, the term “foxhole prayer” exists for a reason. Live like you were dying, live every day like it was your last. Spend time with loved ones while you can. If you met your maker today, how would you plead?

Have you ever lost someone close to you? What would you give to feel their presence one more time?

What would you actually do? How far are you willing to go, in the privacy of your own home? Would you light some incense, look in the mirror and ask yourself - Is this really who I am? Is there something inside me that I feel like I’m supposed to do?

Would you sit there, in silence, until your brain snapped itself out of whatever funk you’re in, even though you don’t believe it will work? You know SOMETHING is wrong, but you don’t know what it is, do you?

The gift of desperation found its way into my life last January, and I was willing to try communicating with Mother Nature in order to get my life back. I stepped outside the cave; the lion has transformed into the child.

I found out iguanas can actually live to be almost 90, not 75. What else were they lying about?