The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter 89

Listen to "The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 89" on Spreaker. What if what we see are only images an imagination can get away with delivering? And that maybe if we look beyond the mirages of everyday life and living we'd see a completely different painting. This chapter dives into the presence of Fall during its closing moments. There are so many seasonal changes. Including the awareness of a chilled breeze. Once noted on paper a different team of wind makers shakes the morning dew from the limbs of the leafless trees causing the writing to become wet. Sounds like a normal day in Carolina. What lessons can be learned? I wrote, "Damp to the touch." We waste no time in trying to dry off. No matter where we stand or what storm is presently pouring its purpose on your parade the idea of being damp to the touch is completely uncomfortable. And yet its where the lesson lives. How do you expect to activate your next victory if the expectation of tomorrows demands have been wiped free of your purpose and plan? Being aware of your seasonal changes is a gift. Allow there to be moments of damp to the touch. To let it serve as a teacher by way of realizing how alive you are in the moment of trust.