Speaker 1: Creativity is an addiction, unplugged because we will always say
yes to creativity, totally untuted because we all make mistakes.
So let's turn it into a tool. This is arrow unplugged.
I write in a forest. I go in there to
just listen. What started at the Billigraham Library in twenty
fifteen 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 aren't my words.
These are the lyrics from Billy's Forest, chapter number three
hundred thirty nine, October twenty fifth, twenty twenty two, Andrew
Jackson State Park. The smooth, rolling hills that surround this
tiny lake are decorated in midfall colors amazing reds, vibrant yellows, oranges,
and browns. This morning, there was no breeze to rough
up the water. Therefore, the reflection on the surface showcases
the perfect continuation from the color of the morning sunrise
to the light layer of fog slow dancing across the surface.
I swear this is what we want Heaven to look like.
When we enter, you just walk into the image and
become part of the page of the continuation. It's peace filled,
warm with acceptance, and available to include all that you
come in contact with, no judgment, only the universe with
its unconditional spirit. It all looks too complicated to envision
until you allow your entire self to be part of
the painted rolling hills and morning sunrise, which makes it
a place to one day return to. But the experience
will never be the same, nothing like what's been written
on this page. I think that's one of the greatest
things about being in love with nature and having this
force that I'm in right now in South Charlotte, North Carolina,
is that the morning sunrise provides such an inspiration. When
I hear of people who wake up at ten eleven
o'clock in the morning, I go, you miss the best
part of the day. There was something in the sunrise
that said, welcome, this is your journey. Page one starts
right now.
Speaker 2: Now.
Speaker 1: I'm not saying that those that wake up at ten
or eleven o'clock in the morning don't have their own
spiritual enlightening. What I'm saying is is that there's something
about the sun, the way that it touches the floor
of the forest, and it grows up the trunk of
a tree, and it brings amazing colors to the clouds
that patiently wait above to fall. Witness to the rising
of a sun tells your soul. I'm part of this.
I'm accepted. There is no judgment. It's like stepping into heaven,
the continuation of a story, no judgment. Have you tried
doing that? Even waking up at ten eleven o'clock in
the morning, instead of going.
Speaker 2: Oh God, I overslept, Oh guy, I've gotta be to
work at one o'clock, Instead of being that person, why
not step outside for a moment and wish a spider
good morning? Or maybe like this morning in my forest,
when I stepped outside for the first time, there was
a robin that must have been maybe three or four
feet from me.
Speaker 1: Hi, robin, have a conversation. Because in the hearts of
those smaller animals, you don't know if they don't feel fear,
or if they're just as filled with anxiety like you are.
They just know they've got to get the damn job done.
But this one didn't fly away. It looked to me
and said, good morning, mister poet, Good morning, mister ryder.
Stepping into the painting without judgment. I'm errow. These aren't
my words, these are the lyrics from Billy's Forest