The water was boiling.
While in the barn raking hay, she heard a few tentative drops of rain ping against the tin roof, startling the cats and causing her to gasp and shake her vision loose for a moment. Maybe this is temporary. Maybe if I handle this wisely and with enough love they will feel the solidarity they need, the peace they deserve, and everything will right itself soon.
She finished making the rounds outside, taking note of the quietness and mournfulness of the early autumn weather. How was it possible that every animal seemed to know what was happening? They all looked at her cautiously, as though a breeze might shatter everything.
By the time she reached the edge of the pond, the rain had advanced from a gentle sprinkle to a heavy, slanted downpour. The midday sky was dark now and the air had turned cold. Thunder boomed and echoed in the valley. The horses had retreated to their loafing shed, perhaps to escape the rain, perhaps to grieve. The rain slashed into the surface of the pond with increasing ferocity, finally drawing out of her the wild, primal tears she needed to cry. She screamed and sobbed and the surface of the pond jumped and kicked against the news.
We were ready, baby, MORE than ready. And the clock was a tickin’.
On Fridays she graciously hosts a link-up where you can share your “Pockets of Joy” for that week. I groove this. I warmly welcome the intervalled practice of expressing gratitude and joy for the beauty in a person’s life. We have so much! And sometimes intending to just maintain an “attitude of gratitude” can be rather thin and quiet, at least for me. Sometimes it’s nice to share those feelings of bounty.
3. Feeding the chickens. I love delivering kitchen leftovers outside to the chickens and watching them jump and scurry for the best stuff. I love the way their little talons sound on the gravel paths, the way they skeedaddle and sprint this way and that in feathery bursts of energy. I have said it before and will say it again: Letting the chickens go free range in the mornings is the best animal decision we have ever made on this farm. This week the chickens are enjoying the cooler temps and have been especially joyful.
5. Blogland. Meeting people through blogging whom I would never have met otherwise, like Keda from South Africa. Hello there! Staying warm? Check out her blog too. Thorough, sensitive writing, beautiful lifestyle. Truly.
7. Music. I rediscovered a Carla Bruni album and listened to it three and a half times while plowing through my overflowing ironing basket. Something about her effervescent sound and her poetry got me thinking about bubbles, circles, fractals, and mandalas, so I detoured from ironing long enough to get these words out of my head.