The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter 219

Listen to "The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 219" on Spreaker. September 22, 2020 We can learn a lot from a tree. The first lesson would be patience. It’s a one hundred year old plant. Imagine facing the daily grind of having to stand there and never move your roots. The multiple storms it faces during the seasons. A tree can’t run inside while a tropical storm is passing. A tree can’t torch up the leaves on the forest floor to keep itself warm during the winter. Look at how many trees become leaning posts for other trees that could’ve fallen the entire way. But it doesn’t because trees love other trees even when their strength is being challenged by erosion and or any other manmade disease. On this podcast episode, a day in my forest showcases a newer way to look at what humans are facing day to day during our storms. I was sitting within the trees during a cold late summer rain. Just listening. Watching how the limbs with leaves became full without complaint. Here we are inside the depths of the Covid pandemic, out of control politics, wars on the street, fires on the west coast and the biggest hurricane and tropical storm season of all time. Where does a mind need to escape? My choice was into the trees. The common step of the average person carries with them the weight of personal history with no guarantee of there being a tomorrow. Any and or all forests serve as a spiritual connection to a giving and loving universe that wants nothing more than a relationship. You can see it in the trees. All things here are somehow connected. There are no words or judgement. Only acceptance. The gift from the trees is having the courage to be open with all things, even when it appears to be an unnatural fit. A forest is peace filled especially while it’s raining or being tossed about by horrid winds. It’s somehow mastered the art of turning a raindrop into music. What does any of this jibber jabber mean? Rip down the walls of poetic expression Mr. Writer. Rather than busting serious tail trying to shake off the effects of the pandemic, the word from the restless street, the out of tune politics and everything else going wrong in 2020, stand up and face the storm. Just like the tree. Dig your heels into the soil and straighten your back. Stretch out your arms and reach for balance. Stop running away from the boulders being tossed at us by things we can’t control. Face the storm. Embrace the change. Hold onto what you believe. Be strong in your experience. Let the winds of time scrape the old skin off your trunk so your body can grow into a new age of rebirth and resurrection. It begins with one simple step. Choice