The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 175

I love writing inside a forest. It could be connected to my early years in Montana. I openly admit to being a tree hugger. It could also be associated with my Native American spiritual beliefs that say trees and rocks are the greatest storytellers on the planet. On this podcast I step back to August 1, 2019 and read about so many beautiful things that have happened inside this forest located in south Charlotte, North Carolina. Once free from the page I looked up and took note of the very forest written about as it appears in my present place of "Now" Very dark clouds, hard rain, an early morning Fall fog. But I don't feel the urge to race out into the trees with my writing instrument and paper. I'm not the only one that does this. Rather than embrace the rains caused by personal storms we walk away. Sure I could say I don't want to get wet. It looks to be a cold day in Carolina. Why would I want to take a chance on getting sick? Because it seems like the only thing we talk about or post on social media any more are the great days. The best smiles. The moments we've accepted. Nobody wants to be a Debbie Downer with their changes and challenges and yet on the opposite end of this day could be something we were designed to learn today. When it happens we'll post it in seconds. But it's not the full story. Readers and people standing next to you only got part of it. My father served our nation in World War II. In our forty five plus years together he spoke of two things about his days on the battle grounds. The day he went in and the day he got out. I never once heard my father talk about the entire story. Which makes me wonder about how much of our true selves have fallen into the carved out channels and tunnels to never be heard because even though it might not be pretty and smell like roses... It's just something we've set aside with hopes of forever forgetting.