Life is a sacred Intrinsically connected example of universal magic and there are reminders of this everywhere. It’s evident in the quiet birth of 12 wide eyed piglets on a brisk February morning, the sight of the sandhill cranes flying back in the spring, the pollen trailing off the bumbles that tend the garden.
Every day is a lesson on patience, the anxiousness for the first hints of light so the chores can be done. The incessant checks to see if the seeds have sprouted. The waiting for the ground to thaw to move the fencing. The anticipation of the identity of the chicken once it matures and feathers out.
Every day is a lesson in the unknown. Is it a rooster, or a hen? We will have to wait. Will the pigs enjoy this new pasture, or become bored? We will have to see. Will the storm roll in before we are back to stoke the fire? We will have to watch. Will our combined efforts be enough to keep the animals alive, establish a sustainable food system, and still grow and steward the land? We will have to try.