It hurts...

It hurts in so many places in so many ways,I could have wrote a folk song about it...wait I did because it was so boring picking up rocks all day,and painful even with the help of an arm extension thing. It as if I have aged a hundred years in just one.I could get used to being out there all day every day though.The sun warms you and your mind listens as your only other task, no matter how painstaking, fade, as thoughts and daydreams propel your mind into what you are creating and how free you are to be doing what you are doing.Each one of us have the power to change the world and now is the time.BAAM who has the time,who has the money,I have been supplying what I can but now I need help.I think I need help physically more than financially, of course one begets the other,as A lot needs to happen in a short time(oh yea I think I should have something on hog days as well,so think of blossom festival as a dry run).I really want to build a small village on Jackson.Now, out of the trees I need to take down.I gotta go ,my body hurts just thinking about it.