Speaker 1: Creativity is an addiction, unplugged because we will always say
yes to creativity, totally uncut because we all make mistakes.
So let's turn it into a tool. This is arrow unplugged.
I write in a forest. I go into these collections
of trees to do nothing but listen. What started at
the Billigram Library in twenty fifteen in Charlotte, North Carolina
has evolved into a lifelong commitment and journey. Something is
always moving through each and every one of us. It's
our calling. These aren't my words. These are the lyrics
from Billy's Forest, chapter number three hundred forty four, November
twenty six, twenty twenty two, A few days off the
annual passing of seasons. You know, when fall becomes winter,
the tree limbs have thinned, allowing more sun to get in.
The hours may be shorter, but the forest floor greets
every ray of light with a united front of gratefulness.
I've not seen many large black crows this particular journey.
Might it be the bird flu Science has released messages
dealing with migration and how birds from Afar could be
carrying the virus into areas such as this. But it's quiet,
This force that which I've been blessed with. I'm not
seeing the over active, bright red cardinals, the honking of
the Canadian geese, and long gone are the gentle songs
from the morning doves. As I sit here looking into
the blue that shapes a Carolina sky, I do wonder
where is the natural music? I guess the global governments
won't be locking down the bird world like they did
with COVID. We'll just sit here in a moment, just
to wait and see. When music from birds disappears, Psychologically
you pick up on it. Physically, you don't take note
of it until your world stops, and that includes turning
off the flat screen TV or any type of music
that's playing inside your house or car, just stepping out
into nature and listening. And when the natural jazz disappears,
your heart takes note. But as a human being, how
can we bring something like that back? You can't. It
involves patience, trust, the confidence that something might be going on.
But maybe in your moment of now, there's something in
nature taking place that doesn't involve you, and you weren't
invited to that particular meeting. But when the music of
your forest stops and all you hear is maybe a
leaf blowing around on the ground. You begin to wonder,
and you begin to worry, and then you have to
say to yourself, I have to be patient. Maybe maybe
I'm making too much noise thinking about it. I'm ryl.
These are not my words. These are the lyrics from
Billy's Forest