We had a profoundly sweet and meaningful communication with all of the animals on the farm this morning, courtesy of friend and Animal Communicator Jeannie Lindheim, who called early Thanksgiving morning – thanks Jeannie – to talk to Maria and I and exchanges Thanksgiving messages between us and our animals. This is not something I would have done a few years ago. But I am glad I did it this morning. I am not one of those people who prizes consistency. The mark of a mind that is alive is that it can change and grow.
We asked Jeannie to relay to the animals our love and gratitude for their presence in our lives. Jeannie said they all knew, and Izzy spoke for them and asked that we see each one of them – the dogs, donkeys, chickens and cats – personally this morning. We did that. Each wanted a quiet touch, hug, kiss or treat. We did that also. They spoke from all of their places. Jeannie said each of the animals is fully aware of all of the others. They are connected.
“Our hearts are full,” Lulu told Fanny.
Frieda then emerged from the group, said Jeannie. “She’s taking care of everything with her magnificence. She’s holding everyone.” Jeannie said this was a beautiful image, a beautiful feeling. She said Frieda surrounded everyone in a gentle embrace with her amazing energy, a “magnificent holding.”
Maria was emotional. She loves the animals so much, it was difficult for her to tell them.
There were individual messages. Lenore asked quietly if she could play. Rose asked “what is going to happen today,” she wanted the agenda. Simon said all of the animals are aware of everything that is happening to each other on the farm, all the time. He said it was foolish to ask him if he was grateful to be here. Of course he was, he said. Lulu asked if Maria or me could visit her and give her a treat (she got a carrot.) Toots the Zen Hen asked repeatedly if I would pull up a chair next to her and look out the window with here. “C’mon,” she said, “c-mon.” Fran suggested to Jeannie that I read a lovely book called “That Quail, Robert,” and Jeannie passed that along to me. The dogs chanted “walk, walk, walk.”
Mother and Minnie told of their love for the big barn, especially when they settled into bales of hay, got warm, vanished into the soft piles to be warm and hidden.
The strong idea, Jeannie said, was that we were all connected her, in a network of energy, love and awareness. “It’s a day,” said Simon. “It’s a day. For me, every day is a good day.”
Happy Thanksgiving, I told them. You have brought me so many gifts,my work, farm, my stories, my love, my photos. I appreciate you. We know, they said, as one.