I am thinking about changes and transitions-- about the
unexpected and even the surprise within the expected. .. Thinking about life on
the homestead and about life's bigger picture --
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| miss you Solita. . . |
And yesterday, after being
woken in the night by a pacing,
irritated goat-- I looked to the frozen ground- the coldest in Maine's
ongoing vacation from winter, and thought, of course they'll come today. And surely, they did. Shivery, we dried them and quickly cut up little sweaters to keep them
cozy. Of course, life-school took over and the babes had no shortage of warm bodies to hold them until they steadied to this new world.
The death and birth within the few days are meaningful, reflective of the little stories within bigger stories. We are on a journey, as change makers and creators, as activists and builders-- and we are seeing setbacks; really awful setbacks-- for our clean and free water, for our wild places, for our citizens, for our democracy.
And yet, the story isn't finished. We are writing it still, and when it's ended, there's sure to have been struggle and tragedy but also a great uprising of inner strength, transformation, and a deepening, widening love that has found its power in its sadnesses. It won't be a story about that one time we took a stand, lost, and gave up. It will be a resilient story; a healing story. We will see to the birth of a new way-- it will come through the stresses of labor and into the cold dark, but we will be ready, waiting for ourselves.
Thanks to the Bangor Daily News for capturing the last picture of Solita alive (first photo, of Shawn feeding pigs-- Solita is the black and white Kune Kune)-- it was a nice surprise to see her looking well just last week, and to get that delivered to my inbox via friends yesterday.
Read the full article here:
