Tuesday, March 24, 2020

The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter 194

Listen to "The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 194" on Spreaker. In all things I'm doing not only as a daily writer but as the host of numerous podcasts I have followed my heart to make sure I remain in the presence of the present. Being mindful of the moments. Grateful for the daily sunrises. Which means what? Since 2012 my podcasts have featured the paragraphs and sentences of past experiences. We learn more from a past that's been documented then we do trying to trust the shape of a memory. The Lyrics from Billy's Forest are a collection of free form thinking moments brought to the center of the page while sitting with nature in whatever forest is present. On March 8, 2020 the first mention of the Coronavirus was put into the weaves of the paper. I can physically see, feel and hear his questions but have no clue as to where the writer will be in the moments ahead. I dropped all the writing before this page because as the month of March continued to take its shape 146 nations had something in common with no answer as to how we as a human race were going to deal with a new age guessing game. This isn't a buzz kill podcast but one that reflects what the writer was sifting through while the universe spoke softly by way of nature being present in the Now. Pretty deep right? Not until you realize the number of religions outside of Christianity that know how important the animal kingdom has been to the humans survival. Our egos drove us away from the circle. Look whats happening today. Take a walk on a path through a park or sit in your yard with no radio or television on. The animal kingdom knows. I guarantee you one thing. No human in these 146 nations overcome by Coronavirus is touching and loving their pets the way they were nearly a month ago. The kingdom knows. God is using the animals to keep us focused, loved, understood and more importantly welcome in a time of no answers for any question. Somewhere in March of 2020 there sits Noah.

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