I don't hide behind any rocks or trees when it comes to my spirituality with nature and all things universal. Animal speak is very real and always worth my time while in studies. It's not that I opened a book one day and decided on the spot that this is what I was going to do. My entire life has been fed by this amazing source of energy that's shared between animals and their human counterparts. So a lot of my personal studies have grown through a connection with Shamanism and Native American Spirituality. I am no expert. The forever student. I'm that clown in the neighborhood that will stand in the center of the street staring into the soul of the deer in someone's yard. Watching the swishing of the tail and twitching ears. I've sat on the ground nearby countless times just listening to their aura. The same is true when an owl sits only feet from my writing or other birds of prey. I don't humanize it with conversation but rather presence. Being in the Now. It begins when you let go of your child like tendencies of wanting to stomp through a forest breaking branches and killing every insect that doesn't feel right in your moment. Opening your palms when any animal comes close to your circle of energy. Just open your palms and feel the atmosphere as its moving through you. The thunderstorm this morning. I stopped everything and just listened. It felt incredible not to think of the Coronavirus. Here was nature washing our paths like we wash our hands. The most amazing thing about this shutting down of the life we know isn't how big this invisible monster is but rather how much greater nature is. Let yourself go. No humanisms today. Belong to the moment by dropping your outside shell and let your inner core breathe in the fresh air of spring. The animals are speaking. Listen to them. It starts with opening your hands...