Top of the morning for the beautiful ones who are here. It not wmatters who you are but what you are. You can be rich or poor, strong or weak, Fast or slow. As long as you are being helpful to the planet and realize that we are but one in a few. We can be more then what we are evolved to be. Think of the patterns in ice and snow, or the drifts and turns of wind and water. Each one has a very important purpus and reason. The calls of the animals are a call of billions of years of development. We are not the ones who inherit the earth but are lucky enough to be allowed to be evolved enough to realize we are alive.

Any way onto the plan for the day. Last noght I managed tro get all five of my ripping blades sharppend, I figured out how kto throw knives, just a good evening. One thing i want to try and make bat boxes. Just to help with keeping the bugs down. Not that I want the bugs gone permanatly, just to have a unison and working family of animals. I think that would be amazing to have a bond with nature and not the mechanical world.

The plan for the day, rip the crap out of a bunch of trees to get s whole crap ton of 2x4s and 2×6 ready. Man this has become a epic life of mine. Becoming a being of pride from not gains of money, nor from social status. All the greatness in me has come from knowing that all of this was done with my hands. The fleshy digits that can be severed with ease, the palms that can be penatrated with a sharpened stick. Those sodt things became hardend and made a home for me. made a happy place for Q-tip to grow old in. Maybe one day a place for a puppy to grow old with me and see the beauty of the unleashed.

I should ask the giants before me if they are proud, i wish i could to be honest. To see the ones who fought the wilderness and became the ones who changed the world. They stood tall before the ferice wilds and never backed down. Pain and suffering was their fuel and love and honesty was their ways. I wish to grow into a giant, not for the future , not for the past, for the ones that will find this. For the ones who will find my long sun bleached bones in the dirt and see above me the world that is possible when you truly try. Try not for yourself, nor of others. Not to fight off the many of the few. To let the weak grow strong in your shadow so they one day can cast another shadow for thir kin.

Exalence is not born or gifted. It is won through love and determination to be the best you can be.

Grow tall comrades, For the future is relying on your giant shoulders.

Be Well

your Friendly Ginger From The Woods