Lately, I've felt stressed out, overwhelmed, easily triggered into a deep sense of dread by tasks that I usually handle easily -- answering the work phone, making lunch for my daughter, doing the dishes after a full day -- all simple, often meditative tasks. I would try to remind myself to breathe more deeply or of how much I love this work of life -- helping people, parenting, keeping a house; but, I couldn’t shake the overwhelm.

Now, after five days on Lake Superior, I can reflect that I needed time away to do nothing. I hadn't had more than a few sustained hours away from work for over a year. Yes, I love my work and life, so I often do not get the feeling that I need a vacation, but my mind and soul were craving other things.

When time away on Lake Superior emerged as a possibility, I found it surprisingly easy to cover my responsibilities.

My partner and I jumped into my black Prius, packed up our kombuchas, sardines, wintergreen essential oil, pocket knife, and iPhones, and left Madison. Six hours later, we arrived on the shores of the immense lake, near the Devils Island sandstone sea caves in Cornucopia, Wisconsin -- with nothing to do.

What did I find? Simple beauty: the beauty of my toes meeting the lake as the surf came in and left, came in and left; the beauty of an aquamarine bug I'd never seen before crawling on my hand; of nothingness; of light meeting sand; of a daddy longlegs scurrying across a stone sculpture. I also found memory and transformation. I remembered when, as a child, I would pull those towering, thread-like legs off the beautiful brown body and I felt horrified, horrified that I could add to the suffering of the world. I shivered, and moved on, pleased at the changes in myself. Later that day, I found an amber moon, setting on the eastern horizon of the lake, becoming a glowing tooth and then dropping down to a pinpoint of light. Moon on Lake Superior. I had never seen the moon set in this way. Then, in turn, the Perseid meteor shower. Not even planned. (How did that happen?) Then, the Northern Lights, all in one night, as we sat on a deserted beach next to our campfire.

I like this thing called life.

Sometimes, in these pages, I find it challenging to really share the depth of healing that I'd like for everyone. Yes, enemas work. Daily, I answer the phone or read the emails and find the joy of a story that someone's life has been profoundly improved. Here is one such story I've recently been honored to hear:


I wrote back:


Bob replied:


Yes, I teach people how to colon cleanse, how to relieve physical suffering, how to enhance their lives with an enema, how to feel better. And, I'd like to continue to grow this colon cleanse website to its full potential as a healing resource, to share within its pages the millions of ways there are to restore a body, a heart, and a soul. Yes, the enema, even daily, can restore a life and thus sometimes a soul, like time to do nothing but notice existence on a vacation on Lake Superior. How else do we restore, and grow, the many facets of our lives? Here are a few ideas. If you find time, please share your own journey.

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