I felt so sorry for you last weekend. Staring through the fence, looking up at the window; not understanding why you can’t be part of the pack. All your companions are gone. Your mom,your two sisters and your grandmother, who just died. You came here as a baby, rescued due to animal cruelty.
You have been part of our life for 9 years now. The next year your twin sisters were born. Wasn’t that exciting! Being amateur in goat husbandry, we had no idea you would impregnate your mom. We couldn’t have you neutered as your case was still before the court.
Later the next year we added a rescued pig, chickens, cats, rabbits and duck. Now there is only Cinderella the duck and you left. Cinderella was a rescue from the fires of 2003. Found wandering down the road she was burnt and missing all her feathers. Why she is still alive I have no idea. How long do ducks live?
We moved here to raise and breed our dogs. We have watched many of them pass over as well. We have lost numerous cats, all the rabbits, and Sophie the pig. The sadness is sometimes too great.
What shall I do for you or for me? I know that nothing lasts forever; only as long as creator wills. I know that everything is here for a reason.
Shall we go rescue some new friends?
In our neck of the woods chopping wood is a necessity not a metaphor. So is carrying water. Mostly, we do it begrudgingly or without thought, like all the other everyday things that need to be done. There is no joy or beauty in it.
A few weeks ago we chopped wood for a friend who just found out that she needs a liver transplant. Not a minor diagnosis, but life threatening.
Chopping wood became a gift. For all of us present it was a way to take a centering breath of gratitude for our ability to complete a mundane task. A gift of joy.
Today we visited a neighbour’s open house. They own a sheep ranch and the ewes were being shorn and the baby lambs were frolicking everywhere. A perfect opening to spring, it occurs every year. Lambs are born, sheep need to be shorn. the work goes on. It was a wonderful day to be in touch with what matters. To again be centered in the reality of one breath at a time and know that: “Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself”
With so much on our minds these days let us remember that the ordinary can be extraordinary.
“Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work – that goes on, it adds up.” ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
Happy Feast Day of St. Francis, Patron Saint of animals. Blessings to all.
Blessed are you, Creator, maker of all living creatures. You called forth fish in the sea, birds in the air and animals on land. You inspired St. Francis to call all of them his brothers and sisters. We ask you to bless our animal relations. By the power of your love, enable them to live according to you plan. May we always praise you for all your beauty in creation. Blessed are you, Creator, in all your creatures.