today, This Moment, Now, was a lot about Goat. and not about "future Goat", but today Goat.
Lucky Star's left teet seems uhhhh, clogged. so twice i applied the cureall from Molly's Herbals : olive oil, comfrey, calendula, bees wax, tea tree oil, lavendar, essential oils and vitamin E. and then,
the tincture: alcohol, water, white willow, fever few, valerian, st. johns wort, licorice and stevia.
i think the teet is tired. it's Nogal's side and he has become rough. he needs to be moved in with the bucks and take his big Chance.
and then. Celia was suddenly SCREAMING. and i mean SCREAMING. i ran out and there she was, her right leg wedged in a space of the picnic table. WEDGED. there was Nothing to do but to force her leg, her knee, OUT. FORCE. the only other thing would have been to go find a saw and take the forever to hand saw the large pieces of wood. no…she was SCREAMING. so i lifted her even with the trapped knee and pushed pushed pushed her leg out. She sat. on my lap. panting. maybe 20 minutes while everyone else gathered around and sniffed her and chewed on my hair, my skin, my clothes. it's all a Goat can do. mouth and nibble. they have no hands. they have no hands.
they have no hands.
and finally, when i let her down she limped over to the rocks and lay down. but within maybe 20 min was up and at the feed bowl. there appears to be no residual swelling? i'll look again in a while. but again. the question always arises. What if i had not been home? and like when Mercy was hanging from her hind leg, from the tarp rope, she was almost done for. So…i guess that baby Goats are sometimes just Done For. ok. but not this time.
and before that and amidst that, i did two other things. I finally listened to the On Being interview that Krista Tippett did with Thich Nhat Hahn…Mindfullness, Suffering, and Engaged Buddhism. Patricia, Followingthread.wordpress.com, blogged it. and i thought a lot about Why, when it's all so simple, why do we not let go of Monkey Mind.
and i stitched the kantha side. doesn't look like much progress. but it was hours of stitching.
and all the while, i called my mind back. i called it back to the breathing, the stitching, the Now.
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