Good morning you wonderful creatures of life and thought, how I do love that you have come across this little world of mine, As it is showing that even in nameless distance, you have found my silly little world and have a part in it.

The morning has become a ritual of coffee and dreams being echoed in the mind as they slowly become the basis of my tales. To have a memory become a tale of wonder and loss, that is something we should see in ourselves, that the world is not a prison of limited life and succulence on devotions. That it should be a gift that is not born of life or death, but is found in sincerity of the human condition.

Lie, cheat, steal, take life, give life they all have the same outcome to all, death and the dive into the twilight of mastered eternity. We are not ones to discuss and facilitate the truth of death and its realm. For the living are ones bound to life and death is meant for the ones who have the chance to dance in the river of eternity. Either by your god, your goddess or your benevolence of existence causality, the river is not a place for the living, it is the place that souls and gods of men dance.

Even the days have become the vastness of my thoughts of the world, no longer do I ponder at night the valuations of existence. Finding the transportations of thoughts and human considerations, bounty has been my reward. Bounty in thoughts and manifestations of the people out in the world created timelines and faculties that are not my own but effect me as a human of insecurity finds it in the command of others. Little do they know that the securities that they created in control is the very constructs of the downfall. Hope in constructions to lead to adorations that would give the masses the means to forget or blindly focus on the developed and not the rotten, quite the world we live in.

BRB Coffee Refill!!!!!

Ok back, The coffee is good, coffee is life.

Looks like we are getting more snow and that is ok as I got the snow blower fixed and it is ready to go. So bring it on snow!! I shall be the victor of this icy battle of wills. That and I have to get a fire going in the house and in the tent. Then I want to make sure that things are all warm and toasty. That way the day is comfy and not devolved into racing for heat and hope. As both are tied together and have a tendency to become one.

The soft academia music plays in the background and is giving a sense of wonder and hope as the hot coffee passes my lips. Gazing out the window and resting the coffee cup on my chest the heat warms my heart and brings a warmth of life and love to my soul. Just a loving and hopeful morning that is trying to become a great day, might just happen.

One of the best recent investments is a coffee cup warmer, it is just a simple plate warmer that keeps me happy and warm on the inside, the way life should be.

But I must depart as the day is asking for me and I must answer her, So until later.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.