Speaker 1: Creativity is an addiction, unplugged because we will always say
yes to creativity, totally uncut because we all make mistakes.
So 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 Billygram 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 thirty four, September seventeenth,
twenty twenty two. Sometimes it feels like you're waiting for
a call from God. Hello, here, I am in the forest.
Are you there? For a brief moment, the sun rise
was so bright I could barely see the writing instrument.
Then everything becomes a shadow. Is that what it felt
like when Jesus would walk by on the streets of
his real time world? The energy was physical, the pace
a slow stroll. What about the people of the Biblical
times when the spiritual child would walk the streets? Did
they know that it was that guy? Or was it
the spoken tongue of those who had already been passed by.
While they gathered, they must have felt like I'm waiting
for the call. His only son is nearby. But not
everyone gets to feel the light. Our minds are occupied.
The passing of sunlight is every day. We never see
the other side of the street. In the days of Jesus,
we only saw him. We only know of the moments
when the word was spoken. This is heavy. I wrote
this on September seventeenth, twenty twenty two. Right now we're
on May nineteenth, twenty twenty three, so almost a year
has gone by. I would like to know what the
writer in the forest was feeling that day outside of
that sun being so bright. And I've been there so
many times. When I write outside, it's so bad that
I really physically cannot see the page because it's white
against sunlight. There's energy that's being caused and created, and
the effects of it are statements like this. Nobody saw
the other side of the street when Jesus would walk by.
I'm not going to turn this into a religious study,
but it's something to think about those moments when you
feel this enormous amount of something you don't want to
explain it, but you want it to continue. And then
slowly you begin to see what's on the other side
of the street. Learning to trust those moments of disconnection
from the reality of your written path is a time
where we learn. It's a time of embracing the cleansing
of your heart. He's right back in September of twenty
twenty two. We are occupied. What is wane you do?
And are you honest enough to say? You know, maybe
I need to step back a few more steps. It
could cost me some money, and it could cost me
a friendship. But I'm occupied. I'm too much. I can't
see on the other side of the street. And it's
not the Holy Spirit in front of me. Everything is
man made. What is blocking your view from the other
side of the street? We're occupied, I'm Maril. These are
not my words. These are the lyrics from Billy's Forest.