Easter Sunday. The rock is rolled away from the cave and nobody is inside. Huh? But that’s not true. Those of us who choose to ask ourselves the beautiful question and venture inside are there, confronting our own vulnerability. The spirit of divinity did not disappear, it just awakened in each of us who decide to drop in, gather and have the conversations that bring each of us alive.

Tonight, sitting around the table with a group of absolutely luminary characters, I was reminded that in the gathering and sharing, we can see our own growth reflected by the others with whom we congregate.

Whether it’s shoulder to shoulder spiraling around the kitchen preparing the meal, or tea after dinner around the fire talking about lemurs with Canadian mining tycoons, the quality of the exchange is directly connected to the quality of my own comfort in my vulnerable self. It’s me and you together looking inside, crafting the conversation together. If I am settled into myself, if I am speaking from my voice of artistry then you can be both known and unknown. In our time together, if you feel alive, I can be unknown for you you as well and reflect your beautiful, best self.

And so it is us together, close in, inside the cave moment by moment dropping deeper and deeper. It’s the conversation that’s the magic, the mystery of the cave. The more we choose to be at peace with the unknown we bring to each other the less concerned we need to be with symbols and stories of messiahs and paternalistic gods. What resurrects, if we stay close in, is our covenant and relationship with life, with possibility.

So as we launch into Spring may the spirit of fertility and creativity fill you with the curiosity to stay close in, touch your vulnerable beautiful self, and share it. Find your cave where you think that spirit dwells. Go inside and be that spirit yourself. Be filled with hope. Be the light. Be the change. Know that it is you. Know that the unknown waits for your questions, and is ready to reply.