Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

i heard a woodpecker across the street.
he was doing the same thing every woodpecker i have ever seen has been doing: pecking wood.
apt naming.
the early afternoon sun was prickling bright, the sky was blown out and it shined over the snow all over the ground and rooftops.
i didn’t see this woodpecker but i heard him and i knew right where he was.
that tree across the street.
i’ve watched him a few times over there.

i don’t know why religion is so hard for so many people. you are in, and of, and creating reality. this is what is. you are here in it. all empire and all ash is your heritage. when someone else dreams of you, that is part of it. the future is predicated on you sipping your morning coffee and putting on a hoodie. This is all interconnected. It was how it was so that it is now and so shall it be. Y’get me?

I nodded appreciation to my woodpecker pal, keep on doing God’s work dude, I’m too cold. I went inside and sat at my computer chair. A fat calico kitty jumped into my lap and began purring. Just as the prophecy said.

There are tiny bees deep in the earth right now, buried under dirt and frost, and in the spring they will come out and make honey.