Yesterday, the Sky looked like this
but i didn't stay quiet long enough. I didn't look long enough. i just forged ahead with so many thoughts that i told my self were
Feelings.
and then somewhere in Time from then and mid morning today, i remembered reading a Buddhist publication talking about how we are constantly saying we are Feeling this way or that and if we STOP and look, most often we can see that really, what we call Feelings are
Thoughts. Mental constructs. quite different than .... what i would say a Real feeling might be.
So, all the feelings about the little buck goats. and now, there is a Waiting List. 4 left. ALL homes good.
So i am looking at this as a reprieve. that may or may not repeat ever again. and i am Thinking, instead of Feeling, about how to go forward with this Goat Keeping Thing. Today i milked the three does who now have no babies. This must be done so they don't develop mastitis. i hadn't thought about that. so many things to factor in. I have spent a lot of the day out in the Goat pen. Watching them. Just being there...doing nothing, seeing what They do when i do nothing inside their world.
and i have inherited a really good good chair
it's story is too long to tell here. but it's cushions, very good cushions are a rose color, to put it nicely. Pinkish. RosePinkish. a color i can't live with. So this morning i Tea dyed two pieces of cloth...one a sturdy muslin and the other some kind of good heavy cotton. I will stitch these to the existing covers. They will be Right. the back cushion can then receive any kind of odd thing i choose to baste on. I don't want anything permanent. i see many different things.
