Saturday, July 22, 2017

Still Life With Chickens

I don't know what makes me think I can go anywhere.
It is a good thing that truth isn't limited by geography, or awakening by climate, or finding the inner teacher by going through the air in a metal tube, because one thing that I discovered is that after 5 days of not being in control of what food I get, my system went way out of balance.  I slept.  a lot. Lethargy took over in a big way, and my whole body turned into cement once again.  Just when I think the Lyme symptoms are under control, or better yet, have gone away,  a slip in vigilance reminds me that they have not.
Back to being up all night, sleeping during the day, unable to focus or tolerate stress, blah, blah, blah. I remembered that one thing that really helped me to avoid getting poisoned by ticks was keeping chickens.
I said to my spirit companion, "If I go to the dump today and find an acceptable [and free] place to house chickens until I can put together a real coop, I'll get chickens again.
6 new hens are hanging out in my yard now, and I have set the alarm.  This way, I will get up and take care of some people who can't take care of themselves and who also don't speak English.
I missed hearing their conversations, I missed their cheerful little personalities and their business like lack of sense of humor.  It is kind of like having a yard full of frilly town clerks.

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