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Slash, Burn, Grow

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Trial Through the Machete of Fire

Attaching yourself to the negative outcome of a mistake, struggling to reflect, trying to grow out of the situation while watching nothing but weeds and cockroaches weave through your garden..

The cardboard cutout, feeling bad about personal fault, falling on pity as a false reality; a matrix of lies as the wheelbarrow rolls around the yard carrying piles of shit, contrary to word tricks, this helps establish new fertile ground for the fruits of yearning..

Burning away the mentality of obsessive focus on perfection from old mistakes, forgetting the past and moving forward with two plants in each hand ready to take root. Entering the time machine of remembrance, not just a mirrored shadow of the creature it’s become, a farmer in the making regardless of city regulations..

It’s easy to become apathetically jaded by the lie of regret, without self-reflection it becomes a cycle of torment. Even with self-reflection, it’s torment, but deciding to get off that bicycle, or on the bicycle in my case, is where every pirate can dig up the seeded booty of sun powered opportunity..

Reaching deep within the heart of knowing, pushing towards that goal of soul to achieve the philosophy wanted from an inspired dream. Hacking and slashing with the machete to discover the richness that darkness can bring, soil ready to unleash the fruits of yearning..

Sincerely,
Nagolbud

P.S. Next letter will include an update on the orange trees, cherry tomatoes, and butter avocado tree; always plant the seeds from the fruits and veggies you eat!

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Beauty in a Bucket

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The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

The jungle, and life in general, often surprises us with ups and downs. Whether through emotional entanglement or anger, it’s not always enjoyable to experience the ride. Feeling like quicksand, regardless of your actions, sinking deeper and deeper into the hole.

Perhaps the universe is trying to send a message, maybe teach a lesson, or it’s just the luck of the draw as the realm has fallen into an apocalypse of narcissism. We can’t control others, most of the time even ourselves, but our mentality can cling to the freedom of creativity as we embrace the storm.

As a friend handed me a gently wrapped critter in a t-shirt, I opened it up to find a baby owl who had banged its head against the side of a moving car door. Unable to fly he fluttered away in confusion trying to figure out what had just happened to him. Making chase before the dogs could do any damage, I was able to scoop it up and find a bucket of safety for the time being.

Only needing a few days of rest, feeding him anything at all was a failure to say the least. Hanging out with the pack while working on the computer, his big ol’ eyes reminded me of the beauty we often forget. Living in the now has its rewards, as long as we set some long term goals; pondering the survival of this little bird, I decided to get on with some yard work.

A day riding the weed whacker like a witch on a broom, buzzing the lawn and cutting down annoying plants trying to steal sunshine from my fruits and vegetables. Taking a few minutes to enjoy the breeze and my newly stacked compost pile, an itch reminded me of the present. Future goals would have to be put on hold as the Chechen tree encore started blasting, blisters and burns all throughout my feet, the Chaca tree would have to be my best friend yet again.

With the animals fed and the baby bunny barracks all set to roll, the rest of the day would be spent nursing my feet back to health as I scraped Chaca bark against my toes. Followed up with a refreshing aloe vera bath, paws in rough shape limping around the property like an old man. Evil trees with no regard for me, simply sharing its bounty with local birds as a main supply to their empty stomachs.

A natural gesture that the good often comes with the bad, suggesting we value the beauty in shared experience throughout the ugly times. If all else fails, always follow the white rabbit to prosperity, putting golden turd chunks on your freshly planted marijuanas.

Sincerely,
Nagolbud

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