Time is a lot of numbers, as words are a lot of letters. It is up to us to make something of either. To disconnect from everything is as dangerous as connecting to too many things. It must be measured and balanced, balanced and measured.
It was Easter for little children and salesmen, both were happy. The sun has been shining and spring has budded. Days are longer, the way it has always been on this parallel. Spring is special because it represents life. We never get tired of the comfort or sight of the sun after the winter. The sun is a good thing to everybody here in Canada. Like our many fresh water lakes and abundant wildlife it nourishes our soul. Oh Canada! (the land not the politics)
wIll has been sick. Sick with Pneumonia, flu, cold, sore throat, coughing, parasites! My immune system has gone down in a T.K.O. and the count is eight. But there is light at the end of the tunnel and I will emerge....hopefully. I have eaten only blueberries for three days straight and I am working on a lemonade cleanse as I write, Lemon juice, maple syrup, cayenne and fresh water to my left. It's a tasty concoction for a single drink maybe but I have to drink this for 5 days, nothing else.
Tree-planting creeping up in 3 weeks, the merry-go-round is sounding on. One more year of drifting on the open sea, the only difference; A mate. So with extra strength to steer the vessel I can focus on horizons yet imagined. The open sky as our roof we aim for beaches and friendly natives.
Love all, Love you all.
Will
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