Speaker 1: I write in a forest. I go in there to
do nothing but listen. What started at the Billigram Library
in twenty fifteen, right here in Charlotte, North Carolina, has
evolved into a lifelong commitment and journey. There's always something
moving through each and every one of us. It's our calling.
These are my words. These are the lyrics from Billy's Forest,
Chapter number three hundred thirty three, September tenth, twenty twenty two.
The sound of rain in this forest. So often we
use YouTube to create the peaceful behavior of falling water.
It helps us sleep or find us peace of mind.
But this new day, we're blessed with real rain. Jokingly,
I've said, nature has started its process of washing away
the summer's graffiti. In a matter of weeks, all that
was once green will become gold, red, brown, and other
colors not yet named. The passing of time requires us
to accept the rain, for all things cannot live beyond
their unspoken lifetime. There's just something special within the sounds
of that gentle rain. As it brings its place and
purpose into play, It's almost like a whisper from heaven.
There shall be peace, for in this moment of now
your roots will gather the energy while the sun waits
to warm your hearty soul so deep. And it's the
rain that has brought such a thought here. Allow it
to be heard in everything that you do. As a child,
I did not like the rain, especially thunderstorms, growing up
in the state of Montana. Just didn't like it. I
was afraid of it. All I saw as a child
were the floods from the Yellowstone River that goes through Billings, Montana.
When it rained, the river would flood. So therefore I
feared that the floods would eventually reach my home, and
during those summertime thunderstorms, I would run to my bedroom
and hide with earphones on my head and John Denver
plane in my ears. I always believe that was the
reason why I chose to get into radio, because once
these eares zones go on, I disappear from the reality
of what is now. But as I've grown older, I
accept the sounds of rain because I believe it's a
language all its own. The question is, do you understand
the sound of rain? What do you feel in those
moments of a downpour versus just a sprinkle. There's something
in the moment of now when water does fall from
the sky, I watch as the trees expand their branches
and their leaves. Deer don't run away. I see the
hawk flying when there's rain. There's something very magical or
spiritual when it begins to rain, and for it to
bring calm to our hearts so that we can sleep
at night. That's amazing positive energy. It's almost like Mother
Nature is saying, shhh, be calm, be filled with rest.
Allow me to speak to your silences. By Marril. These
are not my words. These are the lyrics from Billy's Forest.