Is the End the Beginning is the End the Beginning is the End the Beginning is the End the Beginning …

As above; so below. Something to remember if you have a spiritual outlook.

It would appear that the world is in flux. Has it always been in constant flux, or does it go through phases? Is it worse now than ever, or is that just our perception because we don’t really – can’t ever really – know what it was like in the past?

If you’re a Positivist, you’re taking it that we’re about to come into a heroically different new world; one without money, war or abuse. Even, a new dimensional reality.  To some, the Earth herself is going to leave the ‘third dimension’ and enter the fifth. I guess there’s an article out there explaining why it doesn’t bother with the fourth, and what the benefits will be.

If you’re an anti-Positivist, of the Weberist variety, you’re maybe looking at the glorious media of terror, death and war and thinking that it’s obvious that Man is driving himself towards the end. The End.

If you’re a Pluralist, you’re taking each suggestion and conviction with an open mind and a large pinch of cerebral salt. One day it could be the end of the world, the next it could be a spiritual dimension. Perhaps the two are one and the same.

The personal experiences of some people I know are (to me) running patterns of immense pressure. Either too many things going on at once, or the intensity of one situation is causing overload.

So many others seem to be absolutely fine.  Or are they just better at hiding it?


Spotz and Geeses

This blog has turned into a mis-mash, without a real focus. We’ve gone from food to book, to geese to lambs and I’m not sure it’s making sense any more. Perhaps I’m looking for some balance in my life; as above, so below. Where I get balance in other areas, perhaps the blog will re-find it’s direction. For now I’m wandering in whichever takes my fancy and today it is lambs and geese!

Spotty Lamb. The littlest suffolk, needy, all over you and has tumbled head first out of the trailer a couple of times. An ‘up and down’ lamb, not sure why. It’s feeling a bit better today – we took it off milk yesterday (it’s older than it looks) because it wasn’t agreeing with it and it’s getting used to the idea of eating creep feed and grass when it gets hungry. I should add sulkily.

The geeses still think they should have their trailer back. They like to stand around the ramp of their old trailer, intimidating the lambs.

Bossy and Co.

Well, the gozzers are still alive, though they’ve got no brothers and sisters to keep them company. Mum’s efforts have paid off, although the tank Himself insisted she put the chicks into is as tall as she, so she has to climb into it to change their water. “My hip doesn’t want to do it.” Poor mum, Sakina has goslings, so Mum has to look after them. This goes right back to being 5 and having the class stick insects home for the weekend. Guess who had to clean them out?

Egg hatching time is just about done, though I’ve just put the two most recent eggs (with two that are probably infertile by now) in the geeses’ trailer in the hope that goosey might sit on them one more time. Geese stop shagging around June time. Or at least, they stop laying eggs, so we’re just about at the end.

Bossy gosling is very gobby. It has something to say about absolutely everything and if you talk to it, it talks back. This is a good sign. The second hatchling has improved, though its legs still seem weak. I feel sad for them that they don’t have a great big gang, but maybe when they’re older they’ll be able to join the crew. After all, everyone said that we couldn’t put two gaggles together but we did and they get on fine. Well they do now, anyway.

Fingers still crossed. It was snowing in parts of Cumbria today and it froze last night. It’s a big world out there anyway, never mind when you’re just a couple of inches tall.

Turf Wars

These pictures are the result of an afternoon spent with Jane, digging up my dandelion-infested lawn and replacing it with turf. That sentence implies that the whole thing was a good idea, went swimmingly and wasn’t at all cold and slightly hysterical towards the end.

Lessons learned from today:

1. Giving up isn’t an option just because it’s starting to rain and you’re still miles from the end. Only pussies give up. And sometimes you get so far in that you can neither go back nor give up and you HAVE to finish the job. Tough.

2. Gardening is hard work, even when you’re sharing the load. No pain, no gain. Pain … sometimes STILL no gain!

3. Worms are our friends.

I honestly loved my garden the way it was, Ilikethe overgrown energy of it, but no one else would accept that a lawn should have that many other weeds in it (especially, I suspect, a landlord’s agent on House Inspection) and I couldn’t see the point of strimming hundreds of dandelions when they’re only going to grow back in a greater number.

Tough love.

Life Experience

A picture tells a thousand words. If that was true, they would have already put writers out of business, but luckily, pictures tell only a number of very targeted words. They don’t tell why you, personally and specifically, took a picture of something.

Two snapshots to illustrate my life experience right now:

1. Real, physical life seems to be fixed at the centre of Camp, where there is no electricity, running water, or heating. Or internet.

However, there are lambs:

Nine of the pets are in this picture. Spot the lambs! Three bad (not bad at all, bless ’em) suffolk crosses in the foreground, (clockwise from the left) Spotty, the littlest, Big Lamb and Mid Lamb; Freckle (texel cross) in the stone trough on the hay, Bunny Ears, Baa Lamb and Fuzzy behind the long trough and Lamby (white texel at the back) and then in the long grass, you can just make out Smoky, a Swarble with a white flash on his head.

2. Being able to take a photo of my own, physical, paperback book!  It’s a lovely, solid, slightly bigger than normal paperback, with very white pages and has been bound very neatly.

Notice the copy of An Unfamiliar Murder by Jane Isaacs beneath it. A rocking story with some strongly visual characters, Unfamiliar kept me guessing right up till the last chapter, something you always want in a thriller! See my review here.