The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter 210

Listen to "The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 210" on Spreaker. July 22, 2020 Will anyone remember? With so much endlessly being pushed at us in the headlines, will anyone remember that SpaceX blasted two men toward the International Space Station? Will we remember the huge dust cloud from the Sahara? What will the impact of the cloud have on our yards and the mountain forests? On this podcast episode we jump into the subject of what it’s like to be a living thing inside a living thing. The planet. The universe. We are no different than that dust cloud. Each of us are a spec of dust. We’ve collected in circles and continue to push ourselves across this lay of land. Just because we aren’t in the atmosphere doesn’t mean we still can’t participate with future change. In everything we’ve been through in 2020 how much of it is completely natural? The human had nothing to do with the shape of its story. Yet we turned it into a headline. I compare the existence of my forest to our present place in the journey. When I first came in contact with this place on the map it was badly beaten up by acid rain and whatever else big cities invite to the neighborhood. Between 1992 and the present I’ve patiently worked one on one with all things natural to keep this huge collection of trees protected. From understanding erosion to tree diseases that come unexpectedly. While writing I asked “What if I had let nature do what it’s best known for? Instead of reaching out to help rejuvenate the soil, should I have let it replenish itself? As if to generate its own journey.” I compare that to our present way of living with social distancing. Businesses still aren’t open. Not even churches. The experts are feverishly working on relieving the pressure but the elements that make up our business world aren’t participating. Meaning us. All of these deeply dedicated decision makers busting tail to create a path for each of us to return to what feels like normal and yet the roots of what makes a company a success story has very little physical determination to want to participate with the right way to rebuild America. My wife is a school teacher that’s been called back to the classroom for summer school. Her job includes being on the bus to pick up the students. To take their temperature before they climb onboard. Yesterday she watched as other children not going to summer school made fun of those who were going. Today those that were laughed at weren’t at the bus stop. Where are the forest farmers? Where are the leaders that hold people accountable? Having a voice in July 2020 doesn’t have to be a protest where bricks are being thrown into windows that don’t belong to us. Having a true concern for our soil is essential in an age of uncertainty. I talk often with my school teacher wife about the total impact of students not getting an education. I also talk about how a certain area of our forest isn’t responding to the atmosphere and we need to pay closer attention to the trees survival. By 11pm I’m so mentally torched by the process of existence that the game becomes the original question, “Will anyone remember?”