Coming out to the run, to check on our critters, bring them garden beets, or a piece of licorice, to clean their water bowls, collect eggs... it always calms me, gives me a reason to smile. I like to sit on the overturned pot and watch the chickens eat, or bathe in the dust. I like to brush the goats, and talk to them. As long as I keep brushing, they pretend I have interesting things to say. Gentle companions, without complicated agendas, or laundry lists of grudges, resentments. Their politics are simple: Food for all, safety, scratches, sun and shelter. Easy.
This winter we are going to make an extra special nature visit... to sit in the redwoods, beside a stream, follow paths up deep fern canyons. If we're lucky it won't be raining, much, then we can hike and linger, and gaze skyward where the tops of redwood trees meet streaming light. I can think of other places, like this one, where I know I can breath easier, feel better, and it makes me thankful... to have been in nature, to have been in so many good corners of the world that I can summon their memory, and feel glad, content, inspired. If it were a gift I could give, I would share it with everyone: Time to be somewhere beautiful, fresh, natural, uplifting, inspiring. In a garden, on a farm, staring into an aquarium, hiking a favorite trail, resting beneath a tree, digging a hole, planting a bulb, making mud, following a river, skipping stones... I'd love it if everyone could be in touch with the world, with their own breath, with our common light.