These days, with all the upset we are experiencing in our country, the turbulence of a major election, big climate changes, violent responses by some that threaten innocents, economic transitions, and on it goes, it's important to know what is happening but also stay grounded in ways that are healing. We don't want to become sick from all the stress. We have to keep always in mind that we have to make our own lives good.
I find that for me one of the most joyful supports always comes from time in nature. Fortunately I live on the banks of a stream which in the summer is always a joy as it follows a lazy meandering path as it does what it does best-- provide a source of water for the land, the plants and the animals who live by its banks.
When wading in the stream, in a low water season, there are interesting rocks to examine. Crawdads, mussels, and once in awhile an artifact left behind by those who came before us from the Native Americans to the later settlers.
I have a little buddy who doesn't go out into the fields with the others. Most days he hangs around the house saying-- maaa maa which sounds like ma to me. He's old as the hills and should not be alive as he's a wether which means neutered male. They are what make up lamb chops. He was missed in his own round-up, fooled us into thinking he was a ewe because he so often has little ones around him. Lately with teeth missing in front, he is devoted to me and my daily feedings of cob (corn, oats and barley). He's as close to a pet as I let any sheep be. I have no idea how old he is, but he's not giving up yet. This summer, he didn't get shorn with the others-- too slick for that, but Farm Boss says he'll do him one of these evenings. He doesn't have a name-- other than oh you again-- but maybe he should have had.