... that stuff, you know well, that verbal stuff, it will come back later, at least that is what the master said, that master who keeps the veils dropped (or drooped) in front of my face. So whom am I to know and judge this situation fully? Can't tell.
Look gals and guys - I follow the meandering ways of politics as they come and go. That is one kind of journey. But I also fear for the resurrection of the human heart, and that is not even a religious plea, not a selfish plan.
All I can say, as I read your posts, is: Be truthful to your heart, in the mean time, watch the corn grow. The stocks have arisen to unimaginable dimensions this year, and I don't even know why ....
(read Seraphine's comment below, it splashes a vivid journey of a tale to be remembered )
Friday, August 15
Ok, I will have to clean up my act and talk to you later, while the corn grows even higher
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there was a boy who liked to watch corn. he washed it, fertilized it, decorated it on holidays.
finally he decided to have a child with his corn, so he gently peeled bach the protective husk and impregnated the corn.
that summer, his corn grew fat and tall, and all the neighbors came to see. the boy had family names picked for each stalk, and first names for each ear.
neighbors could hear him at night, walking through the fields, encouraging his corn. in the morning, he played word games, and at noon, he taught his corn chess. the little boy liked to watch corn learn.
he decided he would marry his corn, even as his neighbors were jealous that the boy had the biggest ears in the village.
they bagan to steal his corn. of course, the boy immediately felt the loss of his corn, and he cried, and he stayed up at night watching his corn, protecting it from kidnappings and twisters. inevitably, the boy fell asleep. the corn shook and shook to keep him awake, but nature took over, and the boy slept dreamless sleep.
the village stole the rest of his corn and made it into ethanol. when the boy woke, he was heartbroken, and his neighbors were rich.
you can't fall in love with corn again, the boy's mother told him. find a carrot or pea to love. watch a chickpea grow.
the boy cried and cried. until he found a single miracle kernal of corn in his shoe. he kissed the corn, and vowed to bring his corn family back. but this time, he'd grow his family indoors, away from the eyes of the fuelish villagers.
and he lived happily ever after, supporting his mother until she died.
he inherited the farm and taught his contented corn to lay eggs.
people came from all over the village to buy his eggs, which had the biggest, sweetest yolks in the whole wide world.
the end.
Eggs from corn Sera?
Your imagination has expanded beyond known borders - you must be a Waldorf kid, or a "natural". Whatever it is, I did very much enjoyed your corn fairy tale.
genetic engineering is the happening thing in food crops. don't doubt, zee, don't doubt.
Genetic engendering, or engineering - is no doubt a culprit of these times.
If they could turn all wasps into bees, I wouldn't so much mind.
But instead the pursuit is the one of a scavenger, not a healer. Monsato, the global crop seed mafia, depends on oil products to keep up their reign. We'll see how much damage has been done after the "peak of oil" slows down. It will not be funny, because the diversity of at least 70 different corn crops in South America will be in question, overridden by "Monsato" crap corn that needs Monsato weed-killer to survive.
Monsato or not, I don't expect any deep golden egg yolks dripping naturally from corn husks anytime soon.
We're definitely endangered by monoculture - and I do mean everybody.
Great story sera - you've outdone yourself word-countwise :-)
You got an award :-)
well deserved too.
Thank you Susan. I love your stories also.
I wanna award too Susan, I crave to have an award, it will bolster up my self-esteem. God knows what will happen then...
I grew up next to a big corn field. My best friend and I used to run through the corn and play hide and seek, and one time we dug a hole and hid a treasure somewhere in the field. Maybe that's why corn has always been close to my heart. My mum also taught me how to eat a corn cob properly- mine are completely clean when I'm finished.
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