... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYROAm_Pl2w

A short play shared on the radio about a clam in therapy to be happy (I gathered from the storyline I caught the tail end of) with an oyster who had lived to turn the grain of sand into a pearl as the sacred sojourn of the soul would have us all do; she willingly let him hold her burden which he had praised without knowing all it took for her to hold it. The main character of “1917” which I recently watched with my papa shared the same about a metal he’d traded for a bottle of wine, seeing it as the tin it was for the experience made him the man who saw how invaluable the reward seems after all he’d been through to get it. I can relate as I continue to refine my experiences to share the pearls my journey has given for me to share freely, in words spoken this way which can be cheap but the written form takes longer because once final-eyeZed it cannot be changed unless revised after the prize has already been shared. Creativity is vulnerable and storytelling of any kind can be unkind if our inner team are not working for the same side. It’s time for us to re-order the NWO to be NOW here where we are called to stand as men and women, not as the statuses that convert into something less but seemingly more anymore. Call me crazy as many may but I dare say it’s the crazy ones who change things because we dare to grow through the discomfort of becoming who we always were underneath all the limited BS we came to believe in more than ourselves and our cells that either keep us prisoner to another’s bull/bill or frees us to drop the walls and connect on common ground where suits don’t protect the ones who boot others down to stay on top. That world is crumbling and truth is all that will remain standing, for we are the originals who came here to be ourselves fully! ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7U4EY7cflM