For me, I just walk out the back door, and there it is; happiness and joy lying everywhere; in the dirt, plants, chickens, bird song, rain on the gravel, etc. This morning Luna went with me to the backyard to let the hens out of their coop and fill the woodstove and it was then that a wave of satisfaction and happiness washed over me. It’s 40 something degrees, the ground is wet from a midnight rain and the hens are clucking for their morning grain.
Roque Wild Farm posted this quote from Denis Waitley that does a good job of summing up what is happiness:
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn, or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.
I am grateful for the life I live, for my family, friends, hens, and Luna. For what are you grateful?
Monday morning I was working in the kitchen and happened to look out the side window to see one of my Rhode Island Reds watching me through the fence; her head was doing the bob almost as if she were trying to see if I was really in there. I can hear her now, “I think I see her but it’s hard to tell through that reflection”.
Laughing, I grabbed a coat and walked out the door. She and another hen took off towards the gate, slipping through a hole in the fencing (that hole is now blocked). It was as if they had been sent to retrieve me. These two hens ran to the others and then they ALL came running to me. I was mobbed by tiny dinosaurs! “Look I found her! I found her!” You can almost hear the two hens arguing over who gets the credit for bringing me out to the yard.
Examining the yard, I couldn’t figure out what they needed – had food, had scratch, had nibbles … then I checked their water and there it was; while fresh and unfrozen in the morning, a healthy crust of ice had formed over the top. I broke up the ice, stepped away and they all came in for a drink. Clucks of gratitude.
Silly little dinosaurs! ❤
We didnt see the sun today as the sky was blanketed in clouds pregnant with snow. The chickens didnt venture far from their coop and a heavy cold holds everything down.
The fine snow began a few hours ago and is predicted to fall all night. They say we will only get a few inches … we question their ability to prognosticate with any accuracy.
Days like today fill me with the desire to nest, cook, and read cards by the cook stove; looking into the stories that are our lives. Some say they’d rather not know what’s coming and there is a certain bliss that comes with that; what’s the saying, ignorance is bliss? I smile everytime.
I believe that our fate is not set and find truth in this quote from the Nicolas Cage movie Next; “Here’s the thing about the future. Every time you look at it, it changes — because you looked at it — and that changes everything else”. If you had the chance to change something about your life, would you?
The holidays bring a special kind of stress to families; here, we opt to make the season of giving as stress-free as possible. I admit that this time of year, even now, instills a sense of… panic? desperation? Overcoming societies expectations of an appropriate Christmas is difficult.
In an attempt to make the holidays less stressful, our family has adopted the following criteria for gift giving:
The first two are gifts from the heart; those that require thoughtfulness and planning. Granted, my planning should have begun months ago. . . eh hem. Money is always appreciated and ever helpful.
Here are some of the ideas I’ve come up with:
I long for the celebrations that are more family and less stuff oriented. My Mom and Aunt tell tales of receiving but one gift for Christmas; this one gift held the love and thoughtfulness of a year’s planning. They also set out a shoe (not a stocking) into which Santa would leave gifts; one year they received coal! LOL
Our inner and outer worlds reflect each other with every thought, word, and deed. Sifting through prior drafts of this blog, I am reminded of who I was and the hopes and dreams of a me that has changed, reshaped by the events of the passing days. It’s amazing how some change happens so silently that one is unaware of the shift until viewing the past.
Kombucha brewing stopped, I became less fastidious with making due (thinking that I needed to be more conventional), and even went so far as to give my hens away to another family. This last part was the eye-opener. Members in the community thought I was ill; the peach tree, a sentinel outside the coop, began to die, and all sorts of rodents tried to move in under the then-vacant coop (groundhogs and weasels).
This little venture into a more ‘conventional’ lifestyle was not wasted as this experience taught me how to mitigate skunk spray, how to drive a groundhog from its hole without harming it, and reminded me that my life is too connected to this land and to Spirit to live a more modern or conventional lifestyle. Hens are back, kombucha is brewing, and making due back on the table.
Do not allow the world to change who you are; be the change you want to see in the world … or in your community …. or in your home.