Chucky, the ewe, was queen of the goats. She grew up with them, initially twin nanny kids. We hand-reared them together & once the nannies had their own kids, we thought that she should move in with the sheep. She cried for days & it sounded like she said; - I'm not a bloody sheep! Eventually, we put them all together & they roamed free. Whenever it was feeding time, or she thought it was, she would call them very loudly, wherever they were, out of sight & they came running! One day, some shooters shot loudly, at the nearby, not used for yonks, airstrip & they ran away & we have seen some of the goats & a few came back, but not Chucky & her family, that grew quite large, over the years. We believe, that she's still out there, giving birth to more twins, twice a year. One day, we may, meet again...
I worked for 26 years writing novels and never had a website or social media. I never knew if anyone liked what I wrote. I can't tell you what it means to me when people here tell me they like it. Thank you so much.
Beautiful essay. I clicked on your link from elsewhere due to Goats in your name. But I was surprised to find a philosophical discussion instead of the expected glories and hellishness (rarely thank G*d) of goat ownership.
My daughter began last year reshaping my horse yard into a smallholding now that I’m retired due to aching bones and fatigue of old age. We have four goats with our eldest nanny, Jet, being numero uno pack leader. We’ve kept her gelded Billy goat because of the love he and I have developed between us. He runs to me to say hello leaving the others happily behind. He gives kisses when asked and loves being cuddled. Into the freezer he will never go. Over my dead body!
And I have been blessed with the safe and sound miracle of another grandchild which kept her away from the goats as too busy. But her loss has been my gain as they follow me to their patch, my front garden is only place they can be contained. And when they disappear into neighbour’s gardens, they call back to mr when I call their names. I must say, I’ve been surprised at how much I like goats.
Now pigs are an entirely different story. But our sausages are wonderful and their meat ever so tender. Free ranged as in kept escaping across fields, up the road, into neighbours’ gardens!
We all tried the goat milk in coffee and on it’s own but none of us found it palatable. But have made soft cheese that was lovely.
When I got married, wow, 40 years ago we had a dream of setting up an organic dairy. We are no longer together as my soul remained attached to rural life while my partner chose money over saving souls.
So it’s a beautiful Jungian synchronicity that our daughter has rekindled our dream from 40 years ago. Whether I can keep the land forever is in G*d’s hands. All I can say is that I have been blessed to live on my hill overlooking the Blackwater estuary for over 20 years. And I am truly thankful.
I am so glad you have sent this message. It is so great to read it, your mindset is very comforting to me. The pen in the first picture is so nice, made of saplings. I keep you and the creatures in my thoughts here in Poortland OR. best
Trying to steal “the self” is an exact summation of what they want and most likely our souls, as well. Live here in rural Northern Maine and read this twice. Thoroughly understand and feel your thoughts! Perfection!
Sheep Against Satan!
Chucky, the ewe, was queen of the goats. She grew up with them, initially twin nanny kids. We hand-reared them together & once the nannies had their own kids, we thought that she should move in with the sheep. She cried for days & it sounded like she said; - I'm not a bloody sheep! Eventually, we put them all together & they roamed free. Whenever it was feeding time, or she thought it was, she would call them very loudly, wherever they were, out of sight & they came running! One day, some shooters shot loudly, at the nearby, not used for yonks, airstrip & they ran away & we have seen some of the goats & a few came back, but not Chucky & her family, that grew quite large, over the years. We believe, that she's still out there, giving birth to more twins, twice a year. One day, we may, meet again...
What about the Sheep for Satan? Are we not all about inclusivity?
https://bilbobitch.substack.com/p/generative-ai-the-new-hollywood-images
Wonderful. Thank you. In a style of Montaigne, a beautiful exploration of the Self with the help of what is here, now. Fantastic.
I worked for 26 years writing novels and never had a website or social media. I never knew if anyone liked what I wrote. I can't tell you what it means to me when people here tell me they like it. Thank you so much.
“For myself I’ll be going back to join the things that make me real”.
Lordy. So beautiful
Beautiful essay. I clicked on your link from elsewhere due to Goats in your name. But I was surprised to find a philosophical discussion instead of the expected glories and hellishness (rarely thank G*d) of goat ownership.
My daughter began last year reshaping my horse yard into a smallholding now that I’m retired due to aching bones and fatigue of old age. We have four goats with our eldest nanny, Jet, being numero uno pack leader. We’ve kept her gelded Billy goat because of the love he and I have developed between us. He runs to me to say hello leaving the others happily behind. He gives kisses when asked and loves being cuddled. Into the freezer he will never go. Over my dead body!
And I have been blessed with the safe and sound miracle of another grandchild which kept her away from the goats as too busy. But her loss has been my gain as they follow me to their patch, my front garden is only place they can be contained. And when they disappear into neighbour’s gardens, they call back to mr when I call their names. I must say, I’ve been surprised at how much I like goats.
Now pigs are an entirely different story. But our sausages are wonderful and their meat ever so tender. Free ranged as in kept escaping across fields, up the road, into neighbours’ gardens!
We all tried the goat milk in coffee and on it’s own but none of us found it palatable. But have made soft cheese that was lovely.
When I got married, wow, 40 years ago we had a dream of setting up an organic dairy. We are no longer together as my soul remained attached to rural life while my partner chose money over saving souls.
So it’s a beautiful Jungian synchronicity that our daughter has rekindled our dream from 40 years ago. Whether I can keep the land forever is in G*d’s hands. All I can say is that I have been blessed to live on my hill overlooking the Blackwater estuary for over 20 years. And I am truly thankful.
Empirical science’s ‘hard problem of consciousness’ will never be solved by breaking our thoughts apart. I agree. See "How smart is artificial Intelligence really?" - https://thescienceanalyst.substack.com/p/how-smart-is-artificial-intelligence
Time to get on with the next one then!
:)
Just read it for the second time, wonderful, thank you
There's no changing the rivers round here, John - that's for sure!
Love, brother.
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Intention vs will... One works in the flow to guide the direction of travel.
One seeks to force the river into a different course.
One path to knowing is that of compassion, equating the good of others with the good of self.
One path to knowing is to immediately indulge any urge.
What is known as one travels these paths?
How much freedom to choose does one have as one travels each path?
What choices arise on each path?
Thank you so much Jaqueline - we really, really appreciate it! Love and solidarity.
I am so glad you have sent this message. It is so great to read it, your mindset is very comforting to me. The pen in the first picture is so nice, made of saplings. I keep you and the creatures in my thoughts here in Poortland OR. best
Thank you so much! That means the world to us!
Trying to steal “the self” is an exact summation of what they want and most likely our souls, as well. Live here in rural Northern Maine and read this twice. Thoroughly understand and feel your thoughts! Perfection!