Thursday, May 22, 2014

Long House and Long Life Longing.

I may end up with lattice type boxes filled with empty plastic bottles to make my whole raft or boat-like house. The only tools needed would be a hammer, a saw and maybe a pair of pliers. I would like to have three rows of pontoon boxes decked and then covered with a fabric of some kind. Water would flow right out of such a house. I would like to finish with a 12' by 32' raft supporting a 10' by 20' house.
So I will. There is in me a streak, a seam of carbide hardness. It is not a hardness against people. For them, all of them, I am as soft as a lily petal. It is a hardness that will not give way to trouble and difficulties. I will always find a way, a trail, a path that pierces trouble and tunnels beyond the difficult. I find solutions to hard problems because I am harder by far.
I will eat that bug, I will walk that slack-wire, I will stand still in a swarm of killer bees. I will hold the dying hand and kiss the contagious brow. I will endure what ever storms weather away all other rock. I will survive. When I was three I began saying, "I will survive." A survived then and I will survive now. I have survived even when some have tried to usher me out of the world before my Daddy called.

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