feet of hoses into endless circles – symbols of cycles and perfection. Not.
That done, I looked over toward the barn yard. All three sheep were sitting out there and chewing cud. So I stuffed a good wad of chewing gum into my mouth and went to sit with them. We all sat and chewed. They got that. I got an epiphany: When you are just sitting and chewing, well, you are just sitting and chewing.‘Just sitting’ is a high Buddhist attainment.
Nothing to do, nowhere to go (munch munch), no plans, no uncertainties (munch munch), you kind of sink right into the simple and real (munch munch munch munch munch).
And then, my human mind kicked in (“Munch munch? What
the…?Don’t I have something to do?”). So I gave up on enlightenment and got up to leave their peace and return to my human complexity. Marsha would not let me go so easily. She gave me several kisses, and even Matilda came and planted a snuffle kiss on my mouth. I think they were happy that we sat together. It was bitter sweet to separate into our own species again.
There are two more chickens with colds among the pullets, so after I left the sheep, I made them a porridge with
lentils, rice, whey, and put omega-3’s and selenium into it. Hopefully I can get their immune systems strong enough so they fight it off. They loved their
porridge. Now everybody is in the coop, perched on their roosting bars. They
look so cute while they are roosting.
They make little cooing sounds, and
they let me pet them. So soft and smooth are their feathers.