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  • T?

    The sun for us is in its dancing clothes, like we are.
    The inertia of Truth, as we know our own truth, is what it is.
    you are undenied by this, never the less, so Im happy you have thought of the seeds and the Iris.

    Our New World includes us, but it is not a welcome mat..
    the last 50 years maybe a hundred has been what we know, with all its uninsured cushions to the future as secure.
    You know that
    so do I
    My stradegy as a builder, for a long time, in the face of unlimited wealth was to stay small, be modest in my financial requests regarding my wage. Though I lived through the most outrageous climb in Credit( life as debt) as a measure of self worth.. Right in the Center of Silicon VAlley, where most of them, still don't get it...( too bad for them)
    and all those who went on that ride.
    My friends laughed, Even had people who I was recommended to, for work, turn me down. (What?,, you didn't hire me becasue I didn't CHARGE ENOUGH?)
    It was time for me to go, and change my life, and so I did..
    It is still not an easy thing as you might see .. I am rebuilding a house you have seen in the snow. The one with all the windows. So I can see that the sun hasn't abndoned me, nor my Iris's.
    I Know this Depression has just begun, and I write about it from what my history and financial accumen have informed me... Now that I live with my tools again and trade currency and of course practice my writing , grow food and close in the house for a cold winter...
    this story is true too. I didn't lose my house but everything was taken by a thief, i once trusted.

    funny how life is... I worked with everything I had to raise the level of my game, and I thought I knew what it was to succeed, rreaching my goals to retire at 50..
    Till I had to live in my car for awhile. till I found myself so far down , I didn't know there was an up.. but... with my face in the dirt, you know what I am going to write... It was nature in the weeds, the flowers, the trees all whispering..

    """" Heyyyyyyyy GET UP, if your able to follow us'!!!!! GET UPPPPPP.. ''

    and so i have, so i did..

    its been a few years, but the pictures of the gardens are real.. they are my solace and prayer and guide, with a little help from love.

    T? .. Im glad you chose the Iris and seeds...
    and as I do tile work today, which I bought for 5 cents a piece. I grow too, that the work i do, will remind my heart of life's true benefits..

    hugs, prayers, and not a few tears....
    It IS What IT is..
    Isn't it?

    ''A wonderful chance.. to reproove, every moment, what sweet life is worth....'' The Moment/Space of Energy, said. Disguised as a blade of grass.
    she just remeinded me..
    \ so did the bees,
    the moving wind in the majesty of sipping a simple spinning cup of tea..

    hugs.. from me..
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