It all started with the man in the moon...

I was sitting under the naked sky one summer evening, listening to Mother Earth speak to me. Allowing the flow of nature to surround my senses and as I look up, there was the man in the moon. Staring up into the vast sky as I lay back against the prick of the green blades of grass, I wonder.

I wonder what the Universe is all about. Why the trees dance the way they do in the wind. I wonder what the purpose of the tiny sugar ant crossing my path is. I wonder how beautiful Gaia once was. I wonder why we don't have any fruit trees to graze upon when our hungry and thirst swell. I wondered so many different things. And so, I sat, wondering and waiting.

What was I waiting for you ask? A sign perhaps. I glimpse into the past or the future. I was waiting on nothing and everything within the same breathing moments. It wasn't that evening nor the next when my curiosity was answered, but every moment since and every moment before.

You see, there is a great connection we have to Gaia and in turn to one another. The Universe is always speaking to us. We just have to listen.

- The Mother of Madness, Heather Cunningham