The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter 230

Listen to "The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 230" on Spreaker. January 5, 2021 Where is your “There?” That place you go where positive flow and energy ignite the drive forward. A relationship. Not with a person but rather a place. I once thought my “There” was Timberline near Red Lodge, Montana. In 1992 I left something of great value up on that mountain near the frigid cold lake and stream. I did that to inspire myself to keep returning to my home state. I’ve not returned to Timberline since. Therefore it’s not my “There.” On October 31, 2020 we as a world experienced something that hadn’t been lived in 76 years. Not just a full moon on Halloween but a Blue Moon. Meaning two full moons inside one month. I made it a point to be in my forest here in south Charlotte, NC. To experience it with the trees, long grasses, slow moving stream and lake. For twenty nine years we’ve had this incredible relationship. One of them being the full eclipse where everything in the middle of the day became dark and extremely silent. I’ve sat within these trees holding my fuzzy and feathered children after their passing. This is my “There.” The reason why I bring this up is because of a simple dot on the map. You. How many around you know of your “There?” Not just where it’s located but why it’s beyond a dot on a map and a physical place of connection. The saddest part about having a relationship with a collection of trees are the rings they hold which we’ll never get to see until their passing. The heart tends to go silent during these winter months because everything in the forest is cold and bare. Any passerby would question my love for such a natural display of seasons passing. What happens to your “There?” Do you step in for a visit only on sun filled days with music playing gently? Have you reached deeper into the preservation of your “There?” The lay of my land connects with so many different layers of history. A couple of miles up the road are huge as a house or larger boulders. Native American’s lived there during the 1400’s. I can only assume they used to play in my “There.” The lake, stream, tall grass with hawks, deer, had a beaver once and so much more. Why so much talk about you sharing your “There?” We are the generation that relies too much on assumption. Rewriting our history. As I walked into this forest on Halloween night 2020 with a full Blue moon I knew it was time to leave a message behind. Hi my name is. This is my “There.” I hope you enjoy what’s been shared with me. Where is your “There?”