for the love of goat

The pace of life moves along quickly. Before you know it things have happened. If nothing has happened then it's time to revisit things. Why not have some fun? Things are serious enough as it is. What are you up to right now?

In my case: I have been working on a new project because I fell over it. It jumped out at me while I was working on a crazy lampshade with knitted stuff for an open day of my local craft group. I have been drawing on crockery ever since the 'aha' befell me. It's plates, tea cups, coffee mugs, espresso cups and even a teapot that I have doodled with my goaties. In case you missed it: I'm a goat herder.

So after the goatie mayhem cranked up I sold all my ware on the open day! There were orders put in and I found myself drawing more crazy goaties. Knitting goaties, skipping rope goats, hugging goats, guitar playing goats; I decided the next step was a website and going to a market. The website will go live in the next few days.

So much to my surprise I will be having a stand at the next Milton Market which is Saturday the 7th of December. It's bound to be fun and busy! Come and see us and share a cup of tea.

Story telling

Midway through the story

we pause.

Try and rewind but no.

The story stops for certain.

What continuation there is

is simply what passes as time.

Segments. Phrases.

Blobs of words. Appear. Die. Live.

It's hard to say nowadays.

Letting words fall where they may.

Silence is my better friend.

All the shouting and screaming that went on

might as well have been in vain as the thoughts that raced before them.

Choosing the non-word seems sensible. Not even the visual,

not the sleep, not the sound. What remains, is. But what is it?

What does silence feel like?

What does it actually say?

easter matter

Less and less

is there a need for rituals

the refinement of existing in this place

is enough to move and be in joy.

The firmer the desire for anchoring

oneself to a requirement,

the more solely it serves the purpose of ego and false safety.

Quietude is the only thing that really sustains.

Listen to the space that envelops.

The stardust that whispers sweet nothings.

No easter egg can hold the richness

and the vastness of the Being discovered.

The easter bunny disappeared in the distance.

The cross that was borne is long cast.

A story unwritten only matters

as it newly takes shape in the soul right now.

today is the day

I consider every day to be the most important.

When cuddling my cat I hear her musings of content.

She only cares to be loved, to be warm, to be fed.

Simplicity and serenity lie in the arms of friendship. 

Being happy with what is

and rejoicing the love that is with us, today.

Some blessings are eternal, some are fleeting.

Whether we can find a friend or not: remember to purr every day.