A Place For The Future Past

Another Birthday….
September 22, 2007, 2:13 pm
Filed under: Community On The Earth

….almost slid past with a minimum of fanfare — except for the need for a re-do of my driver’s license (height remained the same, but five pounds more than the last time) — still brought me to a place of self-assessment. How has this year gone? Well, gotta say — pretty darn fine! Now here at Dryad’s Rest for nearly a year, we’ve had the blessed opportunity to watch they seasons turn here and more, be a part of it all. Our first year’s harvest is good — and we are filled with plans for increasing garden beds, greenhouses and plantings. The greenhouse is bursting full of tomatoes, beets (still!) herbs and other tasty bits, the beds outside have towering tomatoes and massive squashes (yellow crook-neck mainly). Apples and grapes are minimal (due to the aggressive pruning we did this year) but should bear heavily next year. The thorn-less blackberry starts have been getting established — they should take off with gusto in the spring — but while we wait for the thorn-less variety to establish, the wild versions in the forest have filled our bowls and baskets. The potato bed was only a starter bed, hacked out of the clay hillside, but it has produced heavily with more to come. All of the fruit trees planted this past winter/spring have survived, the blueberries even managed to produce a small crop, even after getting “pruned” by the local deer and (SIGH) my horse. And we have a barn full of healthy kids and several milking does, still going strong.

The approaching breeding season has our herd sire Walnut in FULL MALE GOATY GLORY. Mind you, he was but a wee young fellow when we got him, with hardly a whiff about him. NO MORE. This boy is boy-oh-boy stinky now! And handsome. We have him separated with Vicky –our lone remaining virgin — in the hopes that this year she will breed and pass along her genes. It is her last chance (are you listening, Vicky??) before she gets put into the freezer. If she manages to produce offspring, she can stay — her dam, Vista was much like her; built like a tank and further milked like a dream — nearly a gallon each time! But also passed along was a very bad attitude, stand-offish, wildish and worse a screamer. A beautiful but very annoying goat. So she has until the end of this year’s breeding season (January) to produce either babies and milk — or meat. And if it’s babies, we plan to pull them at birth and hand raise in an attempt to tame her offspring from the start.

And this year also was our first annual weekend party, which went extremely well, with many plans for years to come. So with this Equinox I light few candles and sticks of incense and say a few prayers for the hopes of blessings to come.


It has happened to all of us, I am sure. A close and trusted friend betrayed me some years past, during a time of my life when my heart was already broken and bleeding on the ground. I had withstood trials and pain before, but this attack from behind leveled me, to point of my deliberately withdrawing a significant aspect of my life and I took time out to heal. That’s where my beaded buckskin gown came from — a two year project, researched then entirely handsewn with many personal elements (the gown my good friend Richard Stevens calls my “Trail of Tears Dress” and he is so right!). I have found that in times of blackest personal crisis the best way to heal was to turn inside out and challenge my core self, challenge and take stock. So, instead of lighting black candles and wishing bad things upon my ex-friend, I trusted that the Universe would handle things for me while I tended to the task of fixing myself and getting my little family back on track. And where am I now? Had I had then the ability to look forward to now, I would never have believed it, it is so much better than before, and all done by myself — no lottery win, no marrying a wealthy man. And my ex-friend? I have heard that this person recently had been divorced (other betrayals and many infidelities uncovered, alcoholic and now morbidly overweight), and cast out of their personal Eden, so to speak. Now, I am mildly curious what this person will do next — will they come through their trauma a better person? I doubt it.


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