Good day fellow humans of text and written word, may the grace of life and consciousness give you a adaptive joy this day. More-so if you have found a great peace and a great love of self, others, existence and creation. For the burden of joy is not on the world to bear but the joy is something that is burden-some to each of our own. So be not tied to a place or thing, as the greatest words ever fathomed. It is not a matter of where you are, pain is not transitory, you are there and all things you are is going with you. For this means that running is not a solution to the conflicts of self, it is to be steadfast and stoic when we stand as we are.

The day is moving along wonderfully and I have much left to do and have much left to accomplish, but this must be done, as my favorite humans are to be attended too. The tasks before me is not many but time is being devoured by them in no small amount, for some come with quick answers, some come with lengthy dues to be paid in time. The fire is the next thing to be started, the house gets a bit chily at night if the fire is not going as we turn the furnace down to about 10^c so I am assured to make sure that the fire is goin gat least by early afternoon. Just so the night, and early morning to be quite chilled, that makes for a slow day.

So the time taken today to spend with you and the times spent is wonderful. It sounds like a foolish thing to say but sitting here pondering the next word to type and have become my legacy. They are art of life and the tales of a fool is something that matters a lot. It is not fallout of a major means, just a fallacy of my being and a hope that one day these words are read by many as it is nice to have a word in this world of many things said, I wish to only be one of many who has words read.

However the world turns and not all dreams are to come true, sometimes when we shoot for the stars we find ourselves in the vast creations of happenstance, those might be more enlightened then the stars we thought we the brightest. Why I only hope to have a home for my family, a home for a loving set of people who are not all bound by blood, but bound by something that means more. Family and its ability to become something more then all creation, as creation does not hold your hand in sickness, creation does not celebrate victory or come with tears of failure. That is family and its creations to help bring forth the best in us. Not the failures of dictations of godliness, nor the outcome of dedications to a singular ideal. It is not one of hate, not of love, but one of acceptance and evolution. How to grow with out the fertilizer that comes with death and decay, that is impossible, so to woe the lost is the adaptations of death and hope of new life. We are not godly, we are not divine, we are something better, we are human. We have thought and means to come to great revelations and great moments of development. However cost is a concept that is never ending, for it is death is the cost but new life is the reward.

In all things I try to find the simple reasons for being, a reason that is more acceptable then the fight for the darkness to be held at bay. I do think one day we will find it. I however don’t think the answer is out is some mysterious cave found on a distant planet. It is already in all of us, we just fear the journey, as the journey though ourselves is the hardest we will ever face.

Until later as I have much to do and soon I come back to your essence I love so much.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.