Arroe Collins Lyrics From Billy's Forest
These aren't my words. These are the lyrics from Billy's forest... Motivational messages planted in your open field of daily growth. Written on the campus of the Billy Graham Library and several other forests around North Carolina. The empowerment of true growth begins with listening to the whispers in the wind.
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November 24, 2021 • 4 min
Sitting across from the very places where you learned of a very close person's passing. Not everyone can do that. Facing the departure. Walking without the weight of what you used to have. Learning how to live beyond. It requires a relationship with their spiritual energy. I find it to be very present while writing. It's your choice if you want others to see it. But keeping them present in your creative flow is a va...
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November 19, 2021 • 4 min
Hey it’s Arroe. I’m a Poet. One that just happens to write in a forest.
In 2015 I stepped into a very special collection of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC
While there. I did nothing but write. But they weren’t my words. They were The Lyrics From Billy’s Forest.
Nearly two years later God spoke to my heart. It was time to grow beyond the library, to write within other collections of trees. Mainly my forest...
In 2015 I stepped into a very special collection of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC
While there. I did nothing but write. But they weren’t my words. They were The Lyrics From Billy’s Forest.
Nearly two years later God spoke to my heart. It was time to grow beyond the library, to write within other collections of trees. Mainly my forest...
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November 10, 2021 • 3 min
Looking at your emptiness through different points of sunlight. What if what you feel is emptiness in reality was openness?
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November 3, 2021 • 5 min
November 2, 2021
I start this with a total set up. The commitment to make your way back to the very place you once shared your wedding vows. Even if you’ve been whittled back to being one. Being in that place isn’t living in the past but rather tapping into a source of energy. July 11, 2021 and every day before it for 28 years I’ve been in the very place where our vows were brought to the openness of the atmosphere. That day in...
I start this with a total set up. The commitment to make your way back to the very place you once shared your wedding vows. Even if you’ve been whittled back to being one. Being in that place isn’t living in the past but rather tapping into a source of energy. July 11, 2021 and every day before it for 28 years I’ve been in the very place where our vows were brought to the openness of the atmosphere. That day in...
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October 29, 2021 • 4 min
What day will I return to this page? It's an interesting thought because it has the power to predict as well as pull you back into a past you can't change. Being present always wins because your inner censors can be kept under control. I asked on that day how much the forest will change when I return on a different day. The answer is everyday there is change.
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October 13, 2021 • 7 min
October 12, 2021
A cool early summer breeze sweeps across my writing. The atmosphere of being present gives sight to my senses. Taking note of last night’s super moon. It was dubbed a strawberry moon. I stood watching as it slowly moved across the sky. It was so incredibly bright. I could see everything the forest was providing. Within our personal walk and way, are there moments of such clarity? What is your super moon? If...
A cool early summer breeze sweeps across my writing. The atmosphere of being present gives sight to my senses. Taking note of last night’s super moon. It was dubbed a strawberry moon. I stood watching as it slowly moved across the sky. It was so incredibly bright. I could see everything the forest was providing. Within our personal walk and way, are there moments of such clarity? What is your super moon? If...
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October 6, 2021 • 4 min
October 5, 2021
Four months ago I sat in the forest writing about the first tropical storm of the season. Miss Claudette was pouring sips of water into the several layers of what makes this collection of trees possible. I caught a solo doe in between some of those layers. She was gnawing on leaves from a fallen branch. Nature doesn’t seem to be bothered by the atmosphere. Maybe because all the other living things don’t walk int...
Four months ago I sat in the forest writing about the first tropical storm of the season. Miss Claudette was pouring sips of water into the several layers of what makes this collection of trees possible. I caught a solo doe in between some of those layers. She was gnawing on leaves from a fallen branch. Nature doesn’t seem to be bothered by the atmosphere. Maybe because all the other living things don’t walk int...
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September 29, 2021 • 4 min
September 28, 2021
Waking up with the forest. The hawks. Two are in vision. A calling inside these trees to wake up in peace. I’m amazed by the sounds the hawks are making. They want to be heard far ahead of all others things. In Native American Spirituality, when the hawk makes itself known to your presence the message is clear. You’re caught up in too much. Stay alert and become more focused. Pay close attention to your su...
Waking up with the forest. The hawks. Two are in vision. A calling inside these trees to wake up in peace. I’m amazed by the sounds the hawks are making. They want to be heard far ahead of all others things. In Native American Spirituality, when the hawk makes itself known to your presence the message is clear. You’re caught up in too much. Stay alert and become more focused. Pay close attention to your su...
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September 22, 2021 • 4 min
September 21, 2021
A newborn fawn greeted me in the forest this morning. Its eyes blessed with the most astounding emotion. Filled with the beauty of all things that shall become. I quickly looked around the forest for the mother. To my right maybe twenty five feet. She stood there waving her tall white tail as if to be asking, “Do you love my baby?” This forest. Wow. We met for the first time in November of 1992. I didn’t ...
A newborn fawn greeted me in the forest this morning. Its eyes blessed with the most astounding emotion. Filled with the beauty of all things that shall become. I quickly looked around the forest for the mother. To my right maybe twenty five feet. She stood there waving her tall white tail as if to be asking, “Do you love my baby?” This forest. Wow. We met for the first time in November of 1992. I didn’t ...
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September 15, 2021 • 3 min
September 14, 2021
The doe are preparing for their early summer birth. Their tummies well rounded and they’re packing together like true family. It’s as if the yearlings and two year old’s are still learning. This week it’s about becoming a mother. The goal is to teach the newborns how to survive as well as hide. It’s as if they’re whispering, “We shall help keep this forest growing forward.” Which brings me to a point of thoug...
The doe are preparing for their early summer birth. Their tummies well rounded and they’re packing together like true family. It’s as if the yearlings and two year old’s are still learning. This week it’s about becoming a mother. The goal is to teach the newborns how to survive as well as hide. It’s as if they’re whispering, “We shall help keep this forest growing forward.” Which brings me to a point of thoug...
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September 8, 2021 • 3 min
September 7, 2021
I’m not a visionary. I’m visualist. I hold onto the vision of what’s in my present and turn its aura into energy. There’s endless vibrations in the atmosphere. As a writer, a spiritualist and an animal speak believer, I am present to make a choice as to which direction the path shall grow. We spend a lot of time inside negative energy because too many incredible things have come from such an energy source. Co...
I’m not a visionary. I’m visualist. I hold onto the vision of what’s in my present and turn its aura into energy. There’s endless vibrations in the atmosphere. As a writer, a spiritualist and an animal speak believer, I am present to make a choice as to which direction the path shall grow. We spend a lot of time inside negative energy because too many incredible things have come from such an energy source. Co...
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August 25, 2021 • 4 min
August 24, 2021
The glory of what this forest offers is such an incredible struggle to put into words. The umbrella above is that of very long tree limbs blessed with a colorful array of springtime green. The sunlight is a huge role player upon this canvas so bright. The rays of light that add to what looks to be a glow on the forest floor. And is that the message? Too often we want all the light. Instead of sharing it we move...
The glory of what this forest offers is such an incredible struggle to put into words. The umbrella above is that of very long tree limbs blessed with a colorful array of springtime green. The sunlight is a huge role player upon this canvas so bright. The rays of light that add to what looks to be a glow on the forest floor. And is that the message? Too often we want all the light. Instead of sharing it we move...
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August 19, 2021 • 4 min
August 18, 2021
The forest here in South Charlotte, NC is quiet this new sun. Lit up in springtime green. It acts as if I’m supposed to be reaching within its peace. What’s here waiting for me? I can’t rely on memories. I’m dedicated to being present in the now. To think of the 29 year old relationship with this forest removes the ray of new light from the avenues of personal growth. As a reader, such poetic thought probably ...
The forest here in South Charlotte, NC is quiet this new sun. Lit up in springtime green. It acts as if I’m supposed to be reaching within its peace. What’s here waiting for me? I can’t rely on memories. I’m dedicated to being present in the now. To think of the 29 year old relationship with this forest removes the ray of new light from the avenues of personal growth. As a reader, such poetic thought probably ...
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August 11, 2021 • 8 min
August 10, 2021
Allowing the spirit of the forest inside your pattern of thought. The sunlight shines through the spring green leaves creating shadows in places building peace. It’s that energy that loosens the cluster of mental weight bogging down your natural process to think. The falcon soars high in this Carolina lit sky. It glides with the upper level winding. Diving in the air like a wild rollercoaster. Its shrieking voi...
Allowing the spirit of the forest inside your pattern of thought. The sunlight shines through the spring green leaves creating shadows in places building peace. It’s that energy that loosens the cluster of mental weight bogging down your natural process to think. The falcon soars high in this Carolina lit sky. It glides with the upper level winding. Diving in the air like a wild rollercoaster. Its shrieking voi...
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August 7, 2021 • 4 min
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July 31, 2021 • 5 min
Where are we? Why? The tall elm and pine look the same. We can see how far we've traveled since the Covid lockdown because careers have changed, landscapes the same. Our only certainty was the arrival of Spring. We don't sound the same. I can't tell if we've been hardened like an old oak or weakened at the roots like a Lodge Pole Pine. It's fact that we're making up as we add on layers of fiction. Wh...
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July 23, 2021 • 5 min
July 22, 2021
An odd shape of thought has fallen into my heart while making my way into the forest. So much of what I’m seeing is a memory. I’m a writer that claims to endlessly live in the present. It’s difficult on days like this. Being mindful of the present requires a reminder of how we got here. The flowering trees bring color and strong scent of spring. As hard as I’m trying to push away the heart must remain in the pres...
An odd shape of thought has fallen into my heart while making my way into the forest. So much of what I’m seeing is a memory. I’m a writer that claims to endlessly live in the present. It’s difficult on days like this. Being mindful of the present requires a reminder of how we got here. The flowering trees bring color and strong scent of spring. As hard as I’m trying to push away the heart must remain in the pres...
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July 14, 2021 • 4 min
July 13, 2021
If all you had to do was to catch up with nature would you become part of the atmosphere or challenge the daily changes? No day passes that nature doesn’t invite us into its mind blowing presence. Look at how many people take the trees from the forest to build homes, backyard decks and boardwalks. From those masses how many replenish the soils with the strength of a tree? Look at your eyes in a bathroom mirror. Loo...
If all you had to do was to catch up with nature would you become part of the atmosphere or challenge the daily changes? No day passes that nature doesn’t invite us into its mind blowing presence. Look at how many people take the trees from the forest to build homes, backyard decks and boardwalks. From those masses how many replenish the soils with the strength of a tree? Look at your eyes in a bathroom mirror. Loo...
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July 8, 2021 • 5 min
July 7, 2021
Peace and protection. Drop the microphone I’m out of here! Peace and protection. On April 3, 2021 I scratched into the surface of the journal the experience of waking up to a 29 degree morning blessed with bright white apple blossom leaves on the aging tree. A collection of leaves and limbs that I predicted wouldn’t make it through another winter. While standing beside the tree I asked myself, “Do I hold enough lif...
Peace and protection. Drop the microphone I’m out of here! Peace and protection. On April 3, 2021 I scratched into the surface of the journal the experience of waking up to a 29 degree morning blessed with bright white apple blossom leaves on the aging tree. A collection of leaves and limbs that I predicted wouldn’t make it through another winter. While standing beside the tree I asked myself, “Do I hold enough lif...
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July 2, 2021 • 5 min
July 1, 2021
This forest in south Charlotte, NC. Two days of hardcore rain. It looks like a wet dog that wants to quickly run into my home and roll all over the floor. The creek has risen, the soil extremely loose. How can something so tall such as a tree keep its firm grip on the only area it was given at birth? The human could never do something like this. More than a year into this Covid mess and people are running around l...
This forest in south Charlotte, NC. Two days of hardcore rain. It looks like a wet dog that wants to quickly run into my home and roll all over the floor. The creek has risen, the soil extremely loose. How can something so tall such as a tree keep its firm grip on the only area it was given at birth? The human could never do something like this. More than a year into this Covid mess and people are running around l...
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