Year 7 here in California. How it is for me.: have not shifted to Rain Season. I wake, way too early. it's still dark. and these days are upon us. out there…I mean….in the "world". Often it's raining. cold. and it's way too early and as I have all my life, I bring into consciousness, out of sleep, all the things I might need to worry about or need immediate attention. now days….it's hard. So then there's the first tea. and then the relatively new routine of the Little Sleep. Always about 20 minutes and then, wake to Begin Again. Let it all settle and wait for some balance. Second tea and on with the day. I don't know what I want to say here with this post.
Rain or no rain, a lot of the days are about Goats. When I can feed them, how are they all fairing, where are they sleeping, do they seem easy with it all????? I am aware of them all day and night. I guess because of my own sense of vulnerability. Taking care of them, I take care of my Self. and this time around it's Onday. She's old. of the original herd in New Mex. Snowbunny's daughter. For whatever reason I don't know, she has always been my favorite. Not because our relationship has been remarkable in any way…but I guess just because for whatever reason, I love her. She was bred only once. Wasn't a great mother. Did what she needed to do then moved on. Would not participate in being milked. but she was a herd boss. Made decisions. called the shots. was good at that. Her and Oona but at first, her. Today she's beginning to distance herself from the rest of them but still makes her place at the feed bowl. I watch. But generally, I watch them because I love watching them. And then, there's Minnow now….we do the tennis ball thing. Over and over I throw. Over and over she returns. Off and on through a day. Puppy when she feels like it. The rest of days are mine and this Hill. The Beauty and the Joy. Always that. Even through Rain. There is always Beauty and Joy. So…..when it seems that this country is falling apart, life here is still the same as ever. And while it is, what I CAN do is remain witness to the unspeakable cruelty happening to some already and look for ways I might find for solidarity with them, the Haitian community in Springfield Ohio. Watch for those who might hold us through in the next times…research, Are they who they say they are? Harry Dunn????? Continue to look for opportunities for kindness in my infrequent forays into this small world. Appreciate all that comes through this blog…US. Love US. I am so grateful.
I re read what i've written here. I am missing the point. but i'm not sure what the point is. So, enough for today. This is the meantime. So, in the meantime…….
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