it was a day that seemed to go on forever. it had no Time. it only had doings. and they flowed, one into another and were intense and full of feeling and full of physical doing and full of Life itself. Life. LIFE. it began in a difficult and awkward for me way of my son, expressing anger at my daughter on her facebook page. How so much i DO not like Facebook. But there it was and he was extremely distraught by the fact that she continues to come here, that we all…her, Alyssia, kids are seeming to flaunt caution in extreme times. He was ANGRY. I understand. it is true. i will be toast if i meet up with this virus. it is true that Alyssia is compromised to the extent that she is at Risk. There is no denying these things . He is correct. His FEAR is also without question. But….how do we go?
We unloaded feed in pellet form. New kinds, timothy and alfalfa mix for the bucks. Dug earth and placed what Jenny calls Pickle Jars, food grade plastic containers…these were for Olives…i'll have to take a pic for you to understand them, barrels. There is gossip on the farm exchanges about a sudden dearth of feed possible, which doesn't make sense, Right? But what does anymore. So that and before and in the midst of , we spent time with the babies who we are totally intent on being human oriented. For that to happen, hours of the day, everyday, they need human contact.
Emrie learned how to pick up a baby. She listens Care FULL y and follows step by step. SUCCESS and we Celebrate.
What all to say. We Go. on. into our lives. Sitting with Jenny before all else, just watching the babies, i heard Self going on about what i Believe. as i said it outloud to her, i said it to myself aloud…that the EARTH is SPEAKING. That mycelium is speaking to these Doe Goats, to Caroline, to the babies….informing them. That the TREES here….they too, lean over us and speak with invisible words, informing us. It's crazy. but i believe it's True. In the past…Jenny would have stared off into the distance of not listening. She did not today….she looked down, at the grass we sat on, a gentle and soft gaze.
There is so much Love happening
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