I stood in the Pole Barn this afternoon, watching the storm for a bit with Simon and the donkeys. The Pole Barn was dry, warm, cut off from the storm and wind and snow. I felt the importance in my heart of standing in truth, of finding my strength, of speaking in my true voice, long buried for all kinds of reasons.

Animals stand in their truth, they are not like us. They don’t deceive, posture, pose, seek vengeance. They are not greedy or calculating. That is where I am hoping to get. Hard and good work, every day.