Love Will Hold Down the Fort

All she could see were the dimensions. No explanations. No official form or structure. Just the dimensions, floating around in The Big Squishy all loose like gum balls in a candy machine. Naturally, traveling through this in a time as mysterious as today would be a disaster, but she had few choices and this one was the least excruciating. “Go with your flow Child. Trust the light within,” lingering in her ears as fresh as it was first spoken, she attempted to gather her thoughts and belongings and piece  them together as best she could and put some oatmeal on the stove. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day…

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Ice Bursts on a Sunny Afternoon

Can you dig it? My long time friend and co-conspirator Johnny Dandruff and I have been making weekly treks into the woods for a few months now. Rain or shine. Or sometimes snow… This began as a way to get ourselves out in Nature and to test some of JD’s gear that he has been collecting. Now it’s a routine that is much appreciated and desired for each weeks ‘Spiritual Adventures.’ The Ice Flowers mesmerized us for quite some time in the semi melted rocky woods of the Boro. They were freshly bursted (yup I made that one up) and on display in the shade just shy of the Sun’s warming rays. We created hilarious stories as to how they were formed and I acted them out with great enthusiasm. I’m sure you can imagine. We stared at them in awe for what seemed like ages. We (I) talked to them. They were pretty quiet. Like fancy little Unicorns. Always keeping you guessing.

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