Mt. Wittenberg
I used to think of the voice as “crazy”. I don’t think that any more, except in a very warm and friendly sort of way. I never know when I’m going to hear it, but when I do, it’s usually something very clear, short, direct, and undeniable.
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But She’s Not There
It was early morning, and I was sitting zazen, facing the wall. I heard my husband stir, waken, and go through his morning routine; the familiar sounds of making coffee and padding off to his office.
Time Has Come Today (Hey)
I didn’t get contact lenses until college. Up until then, with my thick glasses, everyone thought I was older than I was. When I started working at Larry’s, I was only 21 or 22…old enough, but they were suprised to find I was so young.
Dancing Barefoot
Today I quit work early, and found myself at the coast, enjoying the cool of the fog, and some time to reflect. Everything gets weathered clean where the land and sea meet.
Summer’s Cauldron
The days are roaring forward towards the summer solstice, almost without me some days it seems. No word from the PC yet about medical clearance. I try not to think about it too much, but hope to hear something in the next few weeks; I’m at the average-time-of-wait for that.
Of Blood and Earth
You don’t get goat cheese without getting surplus baby goats. Almost all boy goats, and some girls, are sold at auction, to people in the community, or for meat. Last year, P. had a mobile butcher come to the ranch for the goats that she and some of us tenants wanted for meat. I bought one, but the butchering services cost me as much as the meat itself.
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Fire and Rain
On Monday, I was whiny about the rain all day.
I haven’t been building fires much since March. But on Easter, my brother brought his chainsaw and cut some logs and scrap wood down for me, so it would fit in the stove. It feels like I have a surplus of wood now, and I was tired of being cold. I built a fire.
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Cross-Quarter
Today I separated the last three mama goats from their kids to be weaned. I suppose you could say that it’s the last day of baby goat season, though there will be some bottle feeding now for a couple of weeks. But my work load will be lightened, since I don’t have to care for goats in pens any longer. Time to start paying some attention to my own garden and outside area, which has once again become a shambles, neglected because of winter and kidding season.
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