So as I sit here writing this end of the year post. It’s around nine degrees outside and I am enjoying the “Cageless Birds” instrumental album on Spotify. So for your enjoyment, I have included a link “The Joy of the Chase”
I know that the posts have been a bit lean during the holiday season, but that is mostly in part to me putting in extra hours over this season. In January things, like most businesses slow down so I am expecting to write and send out several posts. Continue reading
To My Friend…
Michael R. Carter
To this gather of words,
Reflector of the soul,
A Nicodemus of the new and old
Master Doodler of fine ink.
Passing over this sea to finer shore,
You will be missed my friend.
.. So I have mentioned, alluded to and talked in part by never directly of the current “pushes” of the demonic world in this day and age. Continue reading
..SO… I haven’t written in a while. Done a lot of reading, re-editing and putting in hours at where I work. The mind has been a bit fuzzy with the ongoing routine of it all to put together something of value.
..Thought about another poem, but the only thing that comes to mind is snow. And I doubt anyone wants to read ANOTHER poem about little white ﬂuﬀy ﬂakes. Thought about history, the prophetic in America and a few other subjects.
..Been considering one on the subject of food, mostly all the stuﬀ I have been learning about the real science behind Carnivore eating. But most of that is too new to me personally, to do a decent write-up on would require footnotes, links and better thinking from a person who is often tired after work. So I will keep learning and wait to write it.
Creativity is low in the world of the daily grind.
..So, I would just like to vent for a moment in this update. And say I yearn for the next thing beyond the daily cycles of life. I tire of the ongoing reports of “what is coming,” of the great course correction in the world, church and financial markets. As cold as it may sound, I just simply just want to have it happen, so that this event is over. It’s like holding your breath forever, over the ongoing march of good and bad reports.
..I hear things from several places, on several subjects. And like Bilbo said in the Fellowship of the Ring, “I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”
..I keep feeling (and so does my wife) that all of this will be ﬁne. It will settle out in the end, the things spoken in the silence of dreams and visions from the Lord’s heart will regardless of my understand still take place.
..But still, I am not still, but restless for the change. For things I have not seen and old promises maybe held to close. Everything waits, frozen on a screen like a pause button from an old VCR remote.
..And talking and reading of the words of a few others, I know we are not alone in this.
What are you waiting for?