The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 129

Not once but twice the Carolina's were hit by either a hurricane or tropical storm. We barely caught up with the required cleaning before we were interrupted from a different direction. During both cases I paid close attention to the stream located in the center of my forest. For twenty six years I've not trusted the banks of this natural carrier of flow. Every storm makes me feel like a fool because the stream has a way of keeping all things protected. Even during the driest of summer days it finds ways to keep the trees, weeds and birds of prey well protected. We hear a lot about human storms or seasons. People are extremely open with their emotions, "I'm not myself right now. I'm in a storm." What does the shape of your emotional carrier look like? Is it too a stream? Learning how to allow things to move through us is a daily task that requires homework. It's learning how to trust the moment of "Now." Tough cookie when it feels like you've just been hit by a second hurricane. The banks of my forested river are extremely strong because it's been able to dig deep into the soil and prepare itself for future twists and turns. As people we tend to lightly touch the areas we walk because being filled with experience makes a lot of us feel old. Wise in 2018 is how quick you can get an answer on Google. Trusting your flow and where it takes your storms is an added bonus to leading a peace filled walk.