Love that waits to take you home
Posted At: Friday, November 7, 2008 8:04 PM | Posted By: Jon Katz
“May some glimmer
Of outside light reach your eyes
To help you recognize how
You have fallen for a vampire.
May you crash hard and soon
Onto real ground again
Where this fundamentalist
Shell might start to crack
For you to hear
Again your own echo.
That your lost lonesome heart
Might learn to cry out
For the true intimacy
Of love that waits
To take you home
To where you are known
And seen and where
Your life is treasured
Beyond every frontier
Of despair you have crossed.”
Verses from “For An Addict,” by John O’Donohue
Red leaves, in the rain
Posted At: Friday, November 7, 2008 5:45 PM | Posted By: Jon Katz
Light, in the woods
Posted At: Friday, November 7, 2008 5:41 PM | Posted By: Jon Katz
Donkey Dental Work
Posted At: Friday, November 7, 2008 5:32 PM | Posted By: Jon Katz
Once a year, Farrier Ken Norman comes by with Donkey Tooth Specialist Gil Gilbert to work on the donkeys’ teeth. They don’t love it, but they submit to it, and Ken and Gil both know how to handle donkeys and keep them easy.
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Note: The Washington County Hospice and Palliative Care dinner scheduled for November 15 in Greenwich, N.Y., has been postponed until Spring.
On Thursday, November 20th, Izzy and Lenore and I will be at the 4th Annual Comedy Hour and Live Auction sponsored by the Hospice & Palliative Care Association of New York State, at the Albany Marriott, from 6 to 10 p.m. Tickets can be purchased by calling 518 446-1483. Rumor has it that Izzy is getting an award.
Cuddling with a rooster
Posted At: Friday, November 7, 2008 5:24 PM | Posted By: Jon Katz
November 7, 2008 – Winston Sr. is grumpy and dignified, but he loves Annie, who has nurtured him and saved his life more than once. Today, the donkey dentist came to the farm to work on the donkeys’ teeth and we had to move Winston to another room, so Annie just picked him up, yakked with him and cuddle him. Winston spends most of his days under the heat lamp in the barn, and it is touching to see this venerable and dutiful creature submit to the Bedlam Farm Goddess. You don’t often see roosters doing this. I can pick Winston up, but don’t often choose to.
