It is difficult to explain something wonderful. I can use words to describe Van Gogh’s sunflowers. Replica images show what something looks like…All this time I’ve been struggling to discover what is real in my life (like a potato in my garden) and what is fake- like a genetically modified potato, boiled in toxic seed oils, which a reliable source informs me are industry by-products advertised as “food.”

This reminds me of Jesus’ saying: “If your child asked for bread, would you give him genetically modified industrial by-products approved by the FDA as food?” (My Paraphrase.)

So, the point I am trying to make en route to discovering multiple other points is: there is the thing we wish for (a potato). Then, there is the world of artificial this and fake that, delivered in barges by thousands to our shores from China. (Wall Street, and Washington D.C. complicit is this orgy of toxicity.)

But, then there is the thing we desire, that we stopped believing was possible or never even dared dream of because life buried us in sludge of cares known as ‘modern world.’ That thing is an eternal thing. It doesn’t die because the Almighty put in in our hearts. It came with our being. It’s permanent. And we are, too.

Lyle and I are going camping. We have a short season of repairs at the building. So, we are effectively homeless for 3 days. The difficult to imagine part: When I asked Lyle whether he was game for adventure? Is this crazy? He sniffed at his cat travelling tote as if to say: “Yah! Let’s go.” 😸