I see poverty, poverty that I do not understand.
The poverty here in Kentucky is clean compared to the other poverties of the world.
The grass and open landscape gives this poverty cleanliness.
There are no open sewers to wallow in here.
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You sometimes forget your ideals; you forget what the world has taught you.  The people around you sometimes do not understand what you say; if I could explain it properly they would laugh and understand? You end up waltzing around with their ideas. Every day the sheer numbers of voices and customs overwhelm us. And then the sweet reality comes flowing back by some memory, some picture, some video.
I awoke to the sound of music; I busied my large body for work. I sit and put on my work boots and look up.  Laurel is watching Woodstock, I watch.  The energy, power and strength of what I see/think is reinforced. This is good memory, the batteries are charged. Particles flow from my body; there are no barriers of doubt.
I am trying to explain to the world the emotional intensity of our time on earth. We carry the wealth of good hope, life has given us the lantern to carry in the darkness, and we write to share the brightness that the sun provides. Every day an eye, a flower, a window, a door opens, people see what the new day brings. Layered like our morning paper life reveals a new thought, something that we have never felt or seen before.
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