i heard this morning of the death of a much loved buck goat. A herd sire. It was unexpected and it was sudden. From a miscalculation on his part. and it has held me all day. It has held me in the great sorrow of his untimely death but it also has held me as Teaching. It helps me know that living with a herd requires a strong and open Heart. The willingness to well, live As the herd lives. One of Them.
His name is Hansel. And in his honor and in the honor of those who love him, i tied a cloth to the flag stick of the Raft.
