Ah yea the cold air of winter in the meditation zone.
Getting the humming brain energy to recharge through frigid mists.
It's that special hibernation time. Go through the motions, find the fun zone to start a commotion.
Percolate the thought bubbles in the comic stripped down version of the message.
The area where the characters and setting find a place to settle the thoughts.
Building something up towards the thawing, a new season to encourage interested open ear knowing. Tell the story.
Open up to the calling winds that you may make a return bellow that reverberates the hive.
The hype settles away, the tangible hope comes forward beyond all distraction.
To take action in the realizing of the prime ethic ways of treatment.
An ally has more social value than an enemy. So don't lose the mother tongue, the way you wished your mother talked to you as a baby.
Either way you would know what that would feel like. All seek to tell their own story, have their own voice be heard in recognition.
Your own story can be the most exciting adventure story you ever heard! The revered revel in your own vitality.
The spark of being grooved happening in the day. It's going on. Get at the angles, figure how to talk.
Like writing a personal dictionary where I write all the spins on things, yet it doesn't go by the definitional meaning but by the significance of the words spoken in a sentence in the phrase.
Words have no meaning on their own. There are no scary words, only scary stories.
