Arroe Collins Forest Stories

All these years in this forest and somehow every family had a different name to this lake.  Swan?  Silver?  Now Ivey?  What should we know about this body of water?  

Why do we endlessly allow other people to define who we are as people. It's not just politicians and bosses. It's your family, friends and new gatherings. Oh, you are. Why? Because we said so. Stop being afraid of your shadow and be you.

  Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey? This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion. My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument. Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection…   Close:    The Resurrection is a true story.  Learn more about this forest and My Boy Boy Ernie on Arroe.net.  His story, journey and new path with a writing instrument are available on the podcast The Lyrics From Ernie’s Forest. Future episodes of this podcast will focus on the transition of materialistic value to that of an authentic storyteller.  The ice storms, a record setting 11 inches of snow, the fear of walking to the grave site to find nothing. The Resurrection.  Faith, hope, forgiveness and discovery. What lessons will the writing instrument bring back to the surface of walking forward?  Let it rise above our tears.      

The typically peace filled daily walk through the forest has put Jazzie and I face to face with true crime. Who killed the opossum? The blood, the blunt hit, the way the body is positioned. We have a true crime scene inside Ernie's forest.

Thanks to social media and the constant talk of a community of know it all's... Who are you in the eyes of those who assume they know you?

How often do we document the stories of all living things? It's a huge part of our everyday! Are we really supposed to drop our hearts into the soil and hope to locate another sooner more than later? Embrace your stories by including all living things in your paragraphs and chapters.

Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey?This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion.My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument.Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection…The Resurrection is a true story.  Learn more about this forest and My Boy Boy Ernie on Arroe.net.  His story, journey and new path with a writing instrument are available on the podcast The Lyrics From Ernie’s Forest.Future episodes of this podcast will focus on the transition of materialistic value to that of an authentic storyteller.  The ice storms, a record setting 11 inches of snow, the fear of walking to the grave site to find nothing. The Resurrection.  Faith, hope, forgiveness and discovery.What lessons will the writing instrument bring back to the surface of walking forward?  Let it rise above our tears.

Why do people find so much energy to invest in creativity? Is it because the physical act of creativity is a step toward learning how to like ourselves?

I've been a part of this forest for nearly 34 years. Not to my knowledge is there another collection of writing about this very special collection of trees. Handwritten and recorded adventures explored by a writer and his instrument. This week we're sharing the journey of the Chrystal Forest.

Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey? This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion. My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument. Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection…

The final dance. The walk, the conversation, the music, the memories and the mental and physical embracing of not just one moment but a collection of stories that wrap around the world.

We spend way too much time seeking leadership from people that have never walked in your shoes or sat in the bathroom with you during those bad cramps and vomit spills. What does anyone know about you? Yet they always want you to be happy.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

We endlessly tell others as well as objects around us how much we love them. Yet, your heart doesn't feel like it's receiving as much as you are sharing.

I'm a forest farmer of three decades and growing. I'm still not over owls doing what owls do. I know what the snake was when I picked it up. How many things in life shape us through this method of not only thinking but reacting?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Seasons speed past us beyond how light is measured. How would you best explore this thing called spring? Is it the birth of or the rebirth of?

Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey? This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion. My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument. Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection…

Constantly, we are comparing our lives to others. How close to they are you? If they have something you need or you're just measuring them up... how close to they are you? Now spin it around, what if you're the one being watched? You are their they.

The majority of us have fallen witness to a mirage on a highway. It never feels like we can catch up to them. Or can we?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

 Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey?This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion.My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument.Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection… The Resurrection is a true story.  Learn more about this forest and My Boy Boy Ernie on Arroe.net.  His story, journey and new path with a writing instrument are available on the podcast The Lyrics From Ernie’s Forest.Future episodes of this podcast will focus on the transition of materialistic value to that of an authentic storyteller.  The ice storms, a record setting 11 inches of snow, the fear of walking to the grave site to find nothing. The Resurrection.  Faith, hope, forgiveness and discovery.What lessons will the writing instrument bring back to the surface of walking forward?  Let it rise above our tears.    

Call it out. You fear what people will really think about you. It's why you don't journal or keep a verbal diary of your walk through life. You fear someone will see who you really are and what you've faced day in and day out. Guess what? They're gonna find out anyway on the day you transition. Enjoy the adventure of you with those who love you most now. Not in memory.

Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey? This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion. My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument. Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection…

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Everywhere you walk, work, eat and loaf around within, it has been part of a projection. Nothing just happens. There's always a path before the event. Does anybody truly live in real time?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey? This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion. My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument. Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection…

Those unrecognized moments when Fall is setting in and again this year you woke up not realizing the leaves have fallen from the trees. A major part of the story is now missing from your moments of all things right now.

Thanks for being part of the conversation…Welcome to Forest Stories.  A series of short-winded adventures within a collection of skyscraping trees stuck feet first in Georgia Clay right here in Carolina.  It’s been a huge part of my daily writing journey for over 33 years.I’m the Poet In The Forest.  A children’s series written and recorded in the 1990s.It’s grown into multiple podcasts that reach around the world.None of it would be possible without this forest in South Charlotte, NC.At the base of Heartbreak Hill sits a sign that reads Rainbow Forest.  It’s time you meet what’s inspired several generations.Long before the paved paths decorated with colorful homes colonized around this beautiful lake, slow moving streams, flatland swamps and array of natural animals, there were families and business owners who are said to have raced into this area for the beauty of the land, wild roses, migratory birds and grapevines. Those before me either forgot to write about it or its buried somewhere inside a family tree.  Thanks for being part of the conversationThis week, the writers canvas unveils the missing mysterious working gloves.

We surround ourselves with the elements that protect our four walls of foundation. Personal security is huge on our list of needs, and it requires a sense of knowing. But, in this age of major corporations failing not only consumers but their employees, walls are coming down. What are you doing to protect your path?

Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey? This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion. My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument. Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection…

Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey? This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion. My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument. Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection…

Those unrecognized moments when Fall is setting in and again this year you woke up not realizing the leaves have fallen from the trees. A major part of the story is now missing from your moments of all things right now.

We post a lot of stuff on social media. In all that you share, do you have a presence about you that might in fact inspire you to follow through with what you're messaging? Do you inspire yourself? Or do you rely on others to keep you afloat?

All we hear about at work is how bored people are. They're tired of giving to needy bosses. Upset that favoritism is rampant and for some sick reason you still can't figure out the winning combination at work. Ummm maybe the problem isn't them but rather you.

Thanks for being part of the conversation… Welcome to Forest Stories.  A series of short-winded adventures within a collection of skyscraping trees stuck feet first in Georgia Clay right here in Carolina.  It’s been a huge part of my daily writing journey for over 33 years. I’m the Poet In The Forest.  A children’s series written and recorded in the 1990s. It’s grown into multiple podcasts that reach around the world. None of it would be possible without this forest in South Charlotte, NC. At the base of Heartbreak Hill sits a sign that reads Rainbow Forest.  It’s time you meet what’s inspired several generations. Long before the paved paths decorated with colorful homes colonized around this beautiful lake, slow moving streams, flatland swamps and array of natural animals, there were families and business owners who are said to have raced into this area for the beauty of the land, wild roses, migratory birds and grapevines. Those before me either forgot to write about it or its buried somewhere inside a family tree.  Thanks for being part of the conversation This week, the writers canvas unveils tghe forests past.

Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey? This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion. My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument. Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection…This episode includes AI-generated content.

Thanks for being part of the conversation… Welcome to Forest Stories.  A series of short-winded adventures within a collection of skyscraping trees stuck feet first in Georgia Clay right here in Carolina.  It’s been a huge part of my daily writing journey for over 33 years. I’m the Poet In The Forest.  A children’s series written and recorded in the 1990s. It’s grown into multiple podcasts that reach around the world. None of it would be possible without this forest in South Charlotte, NC. At the base of Heartbreak Hill sits a sign that reads Rainbow Forest.  It’s time you meet what’s inspired several generations. Long before the paved paths decorated with colorful homes colonized around this beautiful lake, slow moving streams, flatland swamps and array of natural animals, there were families and business owners who are said to have raced into this area for the beauty of the land, wild roses, migratory birds and grapevines. Those before me either forgot to write about it or its buried somewhere inside a family tree.  Thanks for being part of the conversation

A sweltering hot summer day brings out all the living things inside a forest. Is the human the only one complaining?

It's a tough one to bite into. While growing up in the 70's and 80's I rarely if ever heard a teenager bitch about being exhausted with life and its daily challenges. Today, everybody, every age group is bitching, moaning and complaining about not having enough fuel to grow forward. WTF?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

People still have a hard time envisioning that I played 1,700 seedlings into the surface of this forest floor in 1997. I'm shocked by the acceptance of the challenge as well. It's documented with photographs in my daily writing. The greatest lesson I learned putting those trees into the soil was how you should never never never trust a forest floor.

The very second we walk into our places of business the tone of the day is set. It's the roster! Who didn't show up? Who is the manager on duty? That roster controls your mindsets. Your guests or clients feel your negative vibe. Why? How can you change that?

We all say it, " I don't have time for this." Really? Yet you are willing to do that! I don't have time for this. Is it keeping you from your greatest victory?

I'm not saying using paper bags isn't good for the environment but it's not the go to when truly trying to save the planet. Begin a journey of preserving not just the trees but the legacy other generations will need to step forward with a better understanding of where we've been.

We will brag all day about the art of knowing and executing our skills as time managers. Are you really playing by the rules or just looking for an easy out? Time management isn't running out to play golf during business hours. That's conceit and self-serving because there's an entire team of people still trying to make it through their day. No matter how hard they work on time management there's no way they can get out to play. It starts at the top. Be the leader not the better than you.

When what's inspired and influenced us to reach higher levels of peace and success is no longer with us physically. It's now grown into a field of spiritual presence.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

They can be one of the biggest pains in your life. Yet! The squirrel is a very powerful totem animal. Are you willing to listen, study then activate?