Clucking July 19th - The Conception and Hatching of HHR

I find it hard to gather inspiration in all this heat. Another scorcher out there. And by "out there," I mean on the farm. And by "on the farm," I mean where all the work is mercilessly endless. And by "mercilessly endless," I mean the work that I have to do. And by "have to do," I mean I must do, because there are other beings that rely on me. That is what a farm is. Interdependency.

And that is where I gather my inspiration.

It is a tiresome process. But a process that I go through most every morning, nonetheless.

It is amazing how the world works. How even in self-sufficiency, there is a need, a reliance, on other "things." Think about it. Sure, you can cut out the "human" element, leaving only "you" in the equation. But then there is the reliability of the weather, the growth of crops, the health of your pasture, and in turn, the health of your farm and all of its inhabitants that completely negate the self-righteous phrase, "self-sufficient."

This morning, I woke up and knew that I needed to find something to grasp ahold of in these dismal, dreary times. My aspiration in life is to turn the dismal into delight. But constantly focusing all my energy on the difficult and confusing mishaps in my world, in our world, can be draining and just plain exhausting, like this heat.

So I decided I needed to find my smile. I needed to find a muse.

That is when 'Hen House Reveries' was hatched.

Gossipy ol' hens, all cooped up. But one clucking a cluck different from the rest. Clucking in reverie.

 Look it up! "Reverie"

Do I daydream? Yes. Do I meditate? Yuppers. Do I perhaps have some impractical ideas; ideas that are idealistic and naive? Ok, I give, I give. 

But if you can't daydream or believe in "what could be," how will you move forward in life? Anything else seems a bit like a stalemate, does it not? Anything else seems a bit dreary and dreadful, pessimistic and pointless, doesn't it?

If you can't believe in "what could be" by looking around and finding yourself lost in reverie, aren't you simply saying that you're "self-sufficient" and independent, above all else?

And didn't we just have a chat about that? I thought so.

Some of my day's Hen House Reveries:

There's a stranger in the forest.

This morning's fog.

Sleepy sheep coming to be watered.

Baling more and more every day. Preparing for the winter already.