I think that few things stifle my creativity more than disappointment or grudge-holding. If I've had a certain expectation and it is not met, or if I'm holding onto bad feelings, it's a sure killer of any positive actions. I don't want to clean or do laundry or play with my animals because I'm having a pity party. Thank goodness for friends who help me to see the error of my ways: Holding onto bad feelings is like drinking poison and waiting for someone else to die.
I was blessed to imbibe a multi-ingredient antidote to my bad attitude by making a visit to Mrs. G's Providence Farm.
- Nutmeg, my former goat, had kidded earlier in the week and we were able to pay our respects to her kids and congratulate her on a job well done.
- We watched the month old Freedom Rangers being their happy little chicken selves.
- I was astonished at how wonderfully hideous her Guineas are and look forward to watching my own pair grow into truly ugly polka dotted, vulture-faced adults.
Brushing all my disgruntlement from me, like the dried mud on the backs of the pigs, we said our goodbye's with hugs and happiness. I came home to my own mini-farm with a renewed sense of purpose and acceptance.
I spent the day today making adjustments to the chicken house: adding roosts for the new generation coming up, moving the baby chicks from my living room to the brooder side of the house, cleaning and readjusting the hanging feeders/waterers. I cleaned up all the mess from my endeavours and filled the bed of the pickup twice with lumber pieces and empty pine/feed bags and assorted farm/household debris. I was able to look at what I had accomplished with a clean spirit and a lesson learned: The weight of ill will is crippling. Instead of holding onto my heavy thoughts and paralyzing emotions, I should have 'rolled them on Jehovah' who is able to bear such burdens with ease. (Psalm 37:5)
|Rollin' yer burden. Yer doin' it rong.|