One white doe is ready to kid. I see her lanquishing in the shade, panting more than the heat demands. Her udder looks full. Her eyes sleepy. Her sides bulging. Twins? The buck rubs on her. I wonder if that is some natural wonder that we humans have lost.
One time I was home during a kid birth and the only way I knew something had happened was the cessation of sound and activity in the farm yard. Silence. A few moments later when I checked on the doe and she had her newborn there, I remembered the stillness. And knew they all knew. Attunement. I beg to be attuned as the animals are.
About Me
- Lasell Jaretzki Bartlett
- Welcome. Thank you for bringing your curiosity here. I write to make sense of my life and to be heard, understood perhaps. I hope this makes sense to you. Together we can share some moments thanks to the vibrant dynamic connections that are possible through this amazing webworld. Even if I sit alone as I type, I am not feeling isolated, not from you, not from myself. All contents on this blog are my original writings and artwork and photography (unless attributed to another) and protected by copyright law.
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