Sharing the compassionate wisdom of the plants and cultivating seeds of possibility.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Goddess Out There in the Barn
Mama goat loves her babies Is fierce about sharing her milk. Kicking, bucking I cried a little Talked and sang to her So peaceful in the barn, in the night baby goats bed down, sleep sweetly in the corner of the stall I wonder if I am doing it right I listen into the middle world I have discovered the Goddess out there in the barn. In the quiet, in the night, in the eyes of fierce Mama goat.