Today is the BEST DAY. The very BEST of Best days. It could not possibly have been better.
I had told my granddaughter that i would participate in the world wide meditation for peace and that took place at 10a.m. my time. So early before that i checked Everything. Checked and reChecked. Everything was good. It was cool. There was the slightest breeze and the SUN fell softly upon the land. Everyone fed. The hour of the meditation, which is a whole other story, but not for now. And once over, i picked up the tools and went to the Way Back. With the company of all Goats, pried loose 3 fence slats and it was Done.
came around and took this from the porch. They just went through. You can see Tay...flying sideways from going so fast to see it
Just Going, the last one through
They were excited. They were READY. but also, it was interesting that they just Went. It was all most as if they had known all along it could be this way and were anticipating but waiting for me to make it happen. There was no milling about, just purposeful Going. They had not been back in the middle pen for a year, most of them, but they remembered and checked every single thing out. Went back...through the corridor several times, back and forth
enjoyed BROWSING on the Salt Cedar, which they can't "browse to death"...
and that was
it.
If ever "All was well", this would be the moment. Tay, for her part, was Thrilled with it all, ran and leaped, ran and leaped, flew through the air and landed on a dime at the fence....sniffed and nuzzled and was totally RAPT but did not utter a single bark. Did not push, did not lunge. Just ran along the perimiter of it all, taking every opportunity to lick an ear, a shoulder, a nose and the Goats, for their part, paid really almost no attention to her. Always acutely AWARE, as Goats are, but really, just took her in as Part of It All.
The bucks....the bucks watched, mesmerised from a distance, muttering sometimes, sometimes Nogal calling out...he is still in that netherland between buck and baby, so called out for his mother, his sister, but called out too for just Does. But there was no undue comotion.
I cannot tell what great great sense of OKness this day brought. They are not Free Range Goats, but i am not a free range woman either. But we have done all that we can possibly do to make things as OK as we can possibly make them. And there is a HUGE sense of goodness to it. This is just OK. Like Goldilocks, they will not be too hot, nor too cold, nor too wet, nor too dry, nor too small nor too large, they can be pretty much as just right as it can be. And i am relieved.
What does it mean, i ask self....to be relieved?....thinking. But for this evening, i just want to FEEL it. Just want to Go Out and sit...here and there, different places and watch, look, feel.
This is how it's going to be for who knows how long. I no longer choose to entertain the question of How Long. This is how it is. and we are just so OK. We are OK.
in Weave Diaries, Jude talked about thread nest. This is my thread basket.
And she wrote about making a TOOL of a loom that suits her and i recogized that thought....
i love Tools. like really, love Tools. and this is the loom i see. For a rag rug. Maybe about 3X5
or even, 4x6ft. I am going to figure out how to make this. It has to have Wing Nuts. I love. Love. wing nuts.
