I fixed some of the horses' fence. I carried buckets of water, and hay bales, and set up new mineral blocks in plastic basins. The pigs were tucked in. The goats were nickering between mouthfuls of hay. Somewhere in the distance I heard a hunter's gunshot. Everything hurts. I'm out of energy and out of breath. None of this is a complaint. Everyone in my care is as okay as they can be right now. All of this is a prayer.
I'm taking a deep breath.
I'm drinking a big glass of water.
I'm sitting next to my fire.
I'm stretching out tired muscles.
I'm hoping for the best.
I'm happiest wanting.
So here's to desire. Shepherd Out.