Seasons-What Next?

 There are seasons in life that often are not recognized until they have passed. Sometimes the season lasts for the length of the long, hot sticky summer, but then sometimes the season lasts for much longer. Some seasons come to an end, and others never end. 

There are seasons that are brought on by a definite problem that can be resolved with the tenaciousness of a terrier and hard work. 

There are seasons of grief, sadness of lost time, and lost health that,  Although blessed with God's Grace and healing, never quite go away.

 There is the season of flickering Hope that is weakened like the bites of tiny invisible mosquitoes that drive you away from the cool breeze and starry sky. 

Whether it be floods under the house, copperheads, too numerous to count in the back garden; family members gravely ill, the loss of Identity, or the loss of love, each brings its on quiet gut wrenching suffering. 

For now, with the heart of young girl and a body that does not quite match,  the hot sticky summer has been saturated with angora goats. A year old doe with a broken leg has required 24/7  (almost) nursing care: Fans, air conditioning, breakfast in bed, vet, appointments, multiple medication's, and boredom management. It has been all consuming. Now nearing the end of her convalescence, I can see on the horizon, a change. Hopefully she and her sister will return to being normal goats in the pasture and I can return to - what?

Sometimes in life, there's a feeling of being on a precipice... At the edge of a mountain top about to go over,  with no idea what is on the other side. 

Is it painting more, with shows and selling? Is it finally FINALLY writing the books that have been swimming in my head and dreams for a long time?  Is it opening up this wonderful place – the world I have created out of necessity – to others for exclusive events? 

Or is it  something I've never imagined?

For now, I must bury the beautiful young black Java pullet that was killed yesterday by a hawk; I must repair the wire that is down along the electric coyote Wire fence outside of the regular fence; I must cook for the next few days.(A spinach and potato crusted quiche, Oven fried chicken, And okra fritters. It is lovely To come into a cool house after working outdoors to have delicious food in the fridge); And I must focus on things of beauty and stand with reverence at the Holy Sanctuary that is my Forest home and breathe in the sweet air.