The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter 106

Listen to "The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 106" on Spreaker. As a child I feared the wind more than thunder and lightning. Maybe its because Montana was the receiver of those extremely strong Chinook winds out of Yellowstone Natl Park. I always felt the trees in the neighborhood were going to come down and the end result was a ripped up moment of security and comfort. Today, I view the wind as being a source of information. It carries the seeds of plants and other things forward and outward. It cleans the leaves off the limbs of trees while dusting the pollen off our cars, decks and other things. Spiritually the wind grows with depth. Is it a great mystery? Not if you sit back and watch today's top weather men and women. The human has crafted the perfect devices assuring most wandering minds the direction of the wind and how hard its going to hit. Why then would I bring up spiritual other than wind carries away the fragmented reminders of a yesterday we can't change. I remember standing on the shores of South Beach/Miami listening to the endless wind. For a brief moment I actually believed the wind as we know it reaches South Beach and lifts those who've passed upward or into the water. I sat on the beach that night and counted the amazing amount of bird feathers that bounced beside me into the water. It wasn't like tossing rocks into a roaring river or gentle mountain lake. It reminded me of a huge leaf blower puffing waves of wind at objects that can't be left behind. Memories, anxiety, fear, shame, doubt, judgement are too heavy for the wind to carry. I've yet to meet the trash collector that wants to pick it up. Therefore the stuff sits on the front porch of our newly given today. If you've seen the movie Wally then you know what happens to this place we stay when we don't throw anything away. Everything we're feeling piles up and up and up. Why then would I bring up this wild idea that wind is spiritual? 1 Kings 19:11 And behold the Lord passed by and a great strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks. Maybe we're not letting the wind do its thing. Maybe we're the object standing in the way. Protecting all of that weight because without it we'd be empty. Life is a like a Walmart credit card. Paying it off is a day of victory. Keeping it completely free of future charges isn't going to happen.