Cold Morning in Carolina

I woke up and immediately thought, as I always do, ‘Oh boy! Stall cleaning again.’ Then I went to the bathroom and looked out the window. 3 of our ducks, the tall, chocolate Indian Runner male and two white, Pekin females were in my neighbor’s arena with her 4 year old Morab gelding. He was herding them, slowly, and I could hear the sounds in my mind, “pat pat pat pat,” because that’s what duck feet do in damp sand.
The light was gray and there was a light mist over everything. There almost always is in the mornings here, so close to the Great Dismal (technically IN the Great Dismal).
I looked toward the barn and could see Payday and Harley both in their stalls with their heads hanging over the doors. Payday’s smaller and leaner, Harley’s big and boxy. Then I remembered that I like cleaning stalls. I like picking through the shavings and leaving behind the equivalent of clean sheets for my horses. I like the feeling that they will be snuggled into their warm stalls on cold nights, munching hay, drinking from clean buckets of fresh water, snoring a little.
It’s very satisfying, living on this wee farm with such a heavy density of life: cats; dogs; horses and the pony; ducks; chickens; rabbits; chinchillas; children…the intense need of all of these creatures is so simple and the acts of doing for them may be the simple things that hold me here on this earth.

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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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