Day: September 20, 2012

Todd Mason started putting up the dog fence, an area for Red, Frieda and Lenore between the house and the sheep pasture. The farm takes shape every day, exciting and I just close my eyes and try not to think about the money flowing like a mighty stream. We are going ahead with the restoration of our big old wood stove and a crew will be coming in a couple of weeks to set it up and punch a hole through the wall. Hard to get much writing done with all the chaos around here, but it is an exciting time. The sheep are coming Sunday.

So here is our choice.

Do we mourn what is gone,

or shout with joy at what is coming?

Are we sad at the nature of life,

or filled with happiness at the promise of renewal, and

rebirth?

After darkness light, after sorrow joy,

after loss, gain.

In the different wells of the heart,

there is pure rain, there is love,

there is promise and hope,

change and renewal.

Out of the ashes, something new,

something beautiful, life returned.

Every day, a different well of the heart,

from which to drink.

Which one do you choose from drink from?

Every day, a choice. Your choice, my choice.