The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 137

It’s not because I’m into nature but I find it extremely funny to watch humans do all they can to race from gray rainy days. I’m no different! Those types of days mixed in with the winter months of Carolina have a way of reaching the bones. The term cold to the bone is very real. The reason why I find enjoyment from the passing storms is because everything around us will utilize the waters falling from the sky. The soil accepts the changes while feeding the limbs of a tree. I take note of the birds taking baths and even my adopted dog Jazzie takes advantage of whatever is out there. She loves running through the rain, as if to be catching the drops one at a time like professional baseball players. On this podcast I put a lot of focus on personal storms. The type we battle in our heads and hearts. What are we supposed to do when no path leads to a place of warmth and or protection? Through daily writing I’ve learned to stop trying to battle changes and challenges and learn from them. The moment you get comfortable with your decisions and choices faith and trust tend to fall off the wagon. It’s a long way to that horizon we’re chasing. It gets kind of lonely without trust and faith. Learning to listen to the waves of negative teaches your footprints to stand sturdier while your arms are forced to help locate balance. Stop running from the rains of change. Embrace the exchange.