Good existence and hopefully like me you are enjoying the oceans of dreams and have not been eaten up by the storm of modernity. Having a creature of decay in my family who has tried to come back into my life with words of modernity that have not found my raft. Though trying in a emended amount, the failure was grand and I have found the raft still holding my friends of feather and fur, failure and pain are not my passengers. They are the toiling winds and the fingers of a storm that is trying to reach down and claim the ones who have removed one self from the crowded ocean liners. Sticking along the edge of the storm in the sun of chances, raft bobbing up and down as the companions I have, they are the enjoying the dreams we find swirling in the ocean below.

The birds chirp and call out to me as they are enjoying the grain falling off the bread I eat, A feline friend who has a active purr box that tells me the small fish being enjoyed as a wonderful meal of life and love. The pains of the world we happen to share this ocean with is still burning and toiling in the distance. Once in a while, we take rest of the ocean of dreams to find shore and a tea hut for all 3 of us become a bit more relaced having a tea and crumpet. The cat of great love and snuggles is enjoying a warm meal that does not have scales and the birds still close on the table eating a dish of grain of great variety. A place many find impossible as it is only found when judgment of the unknown is gone from ones mind, when the world sees you as you are, a explorer and not a conquistador of minds and souls.

The times that I have in my life has shown me that I and more than what is written down, I am more than the tales of the ones who try to describe what they have not seen in almost a decade. Things change and have a chance to be more than they once were. The tragic case of the wanting and not the willing. Things they want to be are not what they want so they change them with paint and hammer, the lead from the paint and the lead hammer are the tools of pain and death, changing things into a poison laced being. Not what they were and given time to grow. So now what do we do? Now we sale away.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.