I crossed the wide Mississippi river and came right into the heart of Memphis. Factories and Industry and trains ruled those first few minutes of my drive into the city, rugged, warn and with a strong steady pulse.

One of my favorite songs and one that I listened to so many times as I planned this journey and to keep me on focus was Otis Redding singing, "I got Dreams to Remember."

So when I decided to stay in the city an extra day and went to the Stax Museum in the home of where Stax Records once stood, the place where legends recorded albums, I watched a brief film about the history. The film opened with Otis Redding singing another classic of his, "Sitting on the dock of the bay."

When one thing leads to another to another like it did in that instant it makes things make sense. Draws me into a moment of connectivity that almost leaves me in tears. Here I was in a museum learning about a place that I never even knew existed but that had recorded a motivational piece of music that got me through a lot of questions and self doubt and eventually I got to this city and decided to stay an extra day and was recommended to go to this place by a man I had just met that is a native of the city and said how much he enjoys the place.

It's on the wings of butterflies, the soft subtle movements, that have migrated for centuries, that follow patterns, that exist within nature, that intuitive notions, the imaginal cells that once were caterpillars blooming into something so different than what was ever there before.