Hi.
I'm back, kind of.
In that, well, here I am.
The stomach-flu/food poisoning is over. The allergy/flu is lingering. The bruising and such from the fall down the stairs has faded. The sucker-punch grief, well, she's still here. There will be goats to milk this week, and impulsively purchased snowshoes to break in. Taking a lot of solace in a new widow's blog, though that feels awful to say - that I am glad she's here, though horrified that she needs to be. But it's helping, so there is that. So here I am, looking for the road that might eventually appear. Stumbling along and singing best I can.
I really don't have much to say. Thanks for checking, thanks for reading, thanks for listening.
When Lovers Die
When Lovers die in their journey,
The spirit's king runs out to meet them.
When they die at the feet of that moon,
They all light up like the Sun.
- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
i am glad you are back. i hope you feel better and better as the days go by though i am so aware that grief will always be sitting there. i am sorry there is a new sister to widowhood that has joined but know that you are helping her all you can with your wisdom. as for the poem by Rumi, i am going to pass it around. it is much needed and beautifully written. thank you for sharing it. i wish you peace.
ReplyDeleteIt is good to read that you are back - even if that is with various qualifications. Milking goats is almost always good for the mind - i have done some of my best thinking while working my way through three dozen goats each morning and evening. That's a lot of time for musing. Snowshoeing is also good. One of those little things that i miss out on by being down here in the desert.
ReplyDeleteLast week, a favourite blogger passed away suddenly. I feel so sad for his family - I have always felt great empathy for those who have lost someone, but if it is possible, i feel that even more so now than ever.
I hope you're able to get rid of the allergy/flu. There's a very bad bug making the rounds down here. I was pretty sick with it for almost a month. Finally feeling better, but it was a little demoralizing for awhile. Take care.
I only have 3 goats to milk, though 10 to tend. Having only milked dwarf nigerians, and those, not proficiently, I am a little daunted by the big girls... And their two wethers are HUGE. Towering over my head when they put their front hooves over the gates to yell for grain. I shall try to channel you, Bev.
ReplyDeleteI have never milked a goat, and it saddens me that I am never likely to now - or at least not my own goats. But I can understand how contact with their warm bodies would be a comforting thing.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you are on the road to recovery, at least physically.
megan - you'll do just fine. Goats are generally so gentle - especially the does and wethers. You're right though - they can be quite tall when they stand at their full height. More than anything, they are just playful and, yes, can be pretty noisy at feeding time. My young goats used to get so silly at feeding time -- racing across the stall and leaping off the walls and way into the air -- sort of like skateboarders going up the walls of a ramp. However, they were all good-natured. They just liked any excuse to do a bit of acrobatics! (-:
ReplyDeleteChannel me all you like. Goats were such a big part of my life for almost 30 years, so there must be at least a little "goat spirit" hanging around me even now.
take care,
bev