Another beautiful day at the woodland escape. To have you with me is something of a gift. For it is a day back into tohe woods. I could not say much about progress as the weather turn so nasty that getting back and forth was not a option with all the muck snow and rain. Not saying I could not do it, just that other things were handled in that time. Beauty rains from the sky in sun rays and the amazing bounty of photons. If the world has eneded and this is but a tapestry on a wall in some digital subway, You should know that Saturday mornings like this are the reasons the world is a good place. The sol coming to give us life again, the plants and animals are signng their tune of feathery blisss. Darkness of the long winter nights have become less then a memory. A forgotten tale of hardship. Just wonderful.

In the rush of life have we become the very thing we promised our child selves not to be, have we sacraficed our child like innocence for intelligence.The world is a gift of knowlage and wisdom but at the cost of innocence. A trae off that might be a dangerous deal and others who made that deal long before we could concider. Just what if the human frame and beng is a restrictor of knowlage that we cannot begin to understand. Like a baarrior of the things that are really out there. If we were to say aknowlagment is existence then if we cannot percieve something therefore in this moind set it does not exist. Now if (long streach) such a thing were true what if our conciousness is in its developmental phase through life and upon death the entity in you is no longer restricted and we can percieve all essence of life. As if your being was a atemparary solitude from it all to prepair you for a exostential crisis that we are not unique as a being but a sliver of conciousness that just broke off and upon death we become whole again. But that is just crazy morning thoughts.

I have found a love in life that was a shock to me as more then not, I find myself listing to music from the 50s and just finding peace in the ambiant sounds of the music with a porch backound in the rain. Just helps me break into a great morning drive and just be happy. Have I as a being just become cold to the world or has the world become disenchanted with life and what it has. I find myself still fighting demons in the morning to get up and face the day. A discust that formulates into a being of self doubt and misery of my being. A Broken man with no one to be my love, though trying even great leaps in hope are met with a distain I dont understand. Like what is it more that i can provide, I am building a home for us from nothing, I hunt each day to make sure bellies are full, each night i wake in the middle of the night to fill rhe stove so the cold may not pain the precence of life. I have been strong and weak, cold and warm hearted, just think that humans are incapable these days with understanding what it is to love. Ofcourse not all, for the many, life is more of a tantalizing money grab then a adventure to bring the best of all of us out.

For the World must turn to obuscate my mind with such thoughts is privulous as it wont get me where i want to be, a man amoung men. I have no want for the suffering of others just that others dont suffer me. As i write that What I mean is, just leave me alone with all the bullshit people worry about. I just want to live in the woods and have a life where I Know the socity i live in has no use for me, that is fine, then stop dictating how i am meant to live. Its like “you are never allowed to work again, you are given a very small amount of money and we get to tell you how to use it.” How about fuck off and let me spend the money how i want and let me live deep in the woods away from you. Then they are all ” But what about you being safe, what about taxes you should pay, what about us knowing exactly what you are doing.” How about you fuck off and let me live and die how I want too now that you wont let me become a part of the world. Sigh, how anoying and micro dictoral of any country.

However my rtamblings have become too long and breakfast and woods call my name and i must answer.

Be well

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.