I am a seed that is sown unto unto a green field and then the rain comes and flooded the fields, I was washed near the roadside where I would grow only to suffer and get trampled on by vehicles and people because I was accidentally sown in the wrong section of this world because I am not from this world.
I am now just trying to survive what moisture and nutrition I can get from the difficult situation that I am into but still hoping a kind farmer would see me and replant me again in his field but it is a dire situation. @jamesbrown
That's where you're wrong, @cryptopie. If I'm to be honest, I've been like a big pile of dog poop sitting right in the middle of the yard for most of my life, not at all inspiring in any way and mostly just a cause of problems for others. You, on the other hand, have been an example of determination and the strength of the human spirit, more like a flower than a blade of grass, if you ask me.
Thank you for your very kind words Sir @jamesbrown, it is just my life is unbelievably hard and I do not know what force is making me go on and on with my life because I am still alive.
But I am thankful for all things especially with God in my heart and steemit in my right.
God bless you Sir.
Seems like there are few people who are naturally drawn to this level of introspection, but I think the more people who take the time to get in their own head the better.
I’ve been watching this grass field for as long as I can remember (35 years of memory...) & have learned quite a bit about it. I’ve seen horses graze & shit, dogs come & go, coyotes, owls, bobcats, even a bear once or twice. Grown food & medicine for me. I’ve seen little league teams take batting practice out here, paintball games, too many drunken high school kids (from the 90’s), I’ve ran that hill countless times, there has been thousands of disc golf hours played by many golfers. Used to spend a lot of time mowing the fairways & wacking weeds, brought me a lot of joy & satisfaction to work & then play.
But, most of all it has been a quiet peaceful place to let my mind wander & it turns out the field doesn’t really care how much work you do on it. You can let it go natural & she will pretty much take care of herself. The natural seasons always take the field wherever they want to go before another cycle of opportunity to play with or just watch the grass grow
That's a beautiful story about the field, @ceattlestretch, one that I can relate to as I'm sentimental when it comes to memories of all the time that I spent at my maternal grandparent's old rural home. They lived on about five acres, four of which were treated as pasture land for their horses and a couple of donkeys, until all those animals died, roughly a decade before they moved to their new urban home.
Similar to your story, that land served many purposes over the course of the twenty or so years that I recall from all the times that I visited, which was quite often when I was a child and on through my teenage years, averaging something like one visit per week and sometimes staying for whole months at a time during my summer vacations from school.
I spent a lot of time out there with a BB gun (mostly to make me feel safer, knowing that there were sometimes stray, not-so-nice, dogs) and my favorite dog, a black lab named Milo, sometimes chasing rabbits or deer that lay hidden in tall patches of grass, but mostly just taking in the environment. I've always enjoyed observing nature, particularly in the heat of summer, when the dragon flies, ants and bees and thousands of other insects are out in full force and not a second ticks without something, somewhere, making a sound, whether it be a bird chirping, a frog croaking, a dog barking, the buzz from a bee or fly, etc.
As a child, I paint-balled out in that field with groups of family and friends, I rode horses and ATVs, hunted for Easter eggs, played many weeks worth of hide-and-seek, ran miles upon miles with a dog always close to my side, and roughly an equal amount of time to all of those other activities combined just walking around relaxedly, taking everything in and/or contemplating one thing or another.
As time went on, it went from being well-kept to somewhat overgrown, from having an abundance of animals sharing the space to only a few rare visits from a passing deer, owl, rabbit or raccoon. Even some of the trees that stood tall for all of my childhood were no longer there to visit me after being claimed by ice or wind. Silence seemingly crept in, claiming the landscape slowly over time, but, you're right, nature finds a way to take care of itself and always finds some way to bring out new beauty, even in the death of the old (felled trees, dying grass, crumbling tree-houses, rotting fences, etc.). Young plants growing out of tree stumps is a personal favorite of mine.
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I am a seed that is sown unto unto a green field and then the rain comes and flooded the fields, I was washed near the roadside where I would grow only to suffer and get trampled on by vehicles and people because I was accidentally sown in the wrong section of this world because I am not from this world.
I am now just trying to survive what moisture and nutrition I can get from the difficult situation that I am into but still hoping a kind farmer would see me and replant me again in his field but it is a dire situation. @jamesbrown
That's where you're wrong, @cryptopie. If I'm to be honest, I've been like a big pile of dog poop sitting right in the middle of the yard for most of my life, not at all inspiring in any way and mostly just a cause of problems for others. You, on the other hand, have been an example of determination and the strength of the human spirit, more like a flower than a blade of grass, if you ask me.
Thank you for your very kind words Sir @jamesbrown, it is just my life is unbelievably hard and I do not know what force is making me go on and on with my life because I am still alive.
But I am thankful for all things especially with God in my heart and steemit in my right.
God bless you Sir.
Seems like there are few people who are naturally drawn to this level of introspection, but I think the more people who take the time to get in their own head the better.
I’ve been watching this grass field for as long as I can remember (35 years of memory...) & have learned quite a bit about it. I’ve seen horses graze & shit, dogs come & go, coyotes, owls, bobcats, even a bear once or twice. Grown food & medicine for me. I’ve seen little league teams take batting practice out here, paintball games, too many drunken high school kids (from the 90’s), I’ve ran that hill countless times, there has been thousands of disc golf hours played by many golfers. Used to spend a lot of time mowing the fairways & wacking weeds, brought me a lot of joy & satisfaction to work & then play.
But, most of all it has been a quiet peaceful place to let my mind wander & it turns out the field doesn’t really care how much work you do on it. You can let it go natural & she will pretty much take care of herself. The natural seasons always take the field wherever they want to go before another cycle of opportunity to play with or just watch the grass grow
I agree with your comment about introspection.
That's a beautiful story about the field, @ceattlestretch, one that I can relate to as I'm sentimental when it comes to memories of all the time that I spent at my maternal grandparent's old rural home. They lived on about five acres, four of which were treated as pasture land for their horses and a couple of donkeys, until all those animals died, roughly a decade before they moved to their new urban home.
Similar to your story, that land served many purposes over the course of the twenty or so years that I recall from all the times that I visited, which was quite often when I was a child and on through my teenage years, averaging something like one visit per week and sometimes staying for whole months at a time during my summer vacations from school.
I spent a lot of time out there with a BB gun (mostly to make me feel safer, knowing that there were sometimes stray, not-so-nice, dogs) and my favorite dog, a black lab named Milo, sometimes chasing rabbits or deer that lay hidden in tall patches of grass, but mostly just taking in the environment. I've always enjoyed observing nature, particularly in the heat of summer, when the dragon flies, ants and bees and thousands of other insects are out in full force and not a second ticks without something, somewhere, making a sound, whether it be a bird chirping, a frog croaking, a dog barking, the buzz from a bee or fly, etc.
As a child, I paint-balled out in that field with groups of family and friends, I rode horses and ATVs, hunted for Easter eggs, played many weeks worth of hide-and-seek, ran miles upon miles with a dog always close to my side, and roughly an equal amount of time to all of those other activities combined just walking around relaxedly, taking everything in and/or contemplating one thing or another.
As time went on, it went from being well-kept to somewhat overgrown, from having an abundance of animals sharing the space to only a few rare visits from a passing deer, owl, rabbit or raccoon. Even some of the trees that stood tall for all of my childhood were no longer there to visit me after being claimed by ice or wind. Silence seemingly crept in, claiming the landscape slowly over time, but, you're right, nature finds a way to take care of itself and always finds some way to bring out new beauty, even in the death of the old (felled trees, dying grass, crumbling tree-houses, rotting fences, etc.). Young plants growing out of tree stumps is a personal favorite of mine.
gunter reeks of sexiness.....in a porn mustache kinda way
i could visualize all i want but to be that sexy i would still need the stache
What can I say, sexy men grow sexy staches.
amen to that!
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