I have such great respect for activists who do this all the time. Leave home, sleep in strange beds, spend their days talking and talking and talking. Networking, doing the work. I want to do the work but I am so reluctant to leave my little homestead to do it. I know how important it is to go and meet in person with other people trying to change the world but I just wish they would all come here. Maybe I can figure out the Helen and Scott Nearing approach and get like-minded folks to make the pilgrimage to my little corner of the universe. Maybe not.
But most importantly when I got home all of my baby chicks were thriving. My non-farmer son who had been tending them for me said they had been eating like miniature vultures. He had a hard time keeping their food troughs full. How lucky am I to have this wonderful support system? Very!
So home again, home again, riggety jig. Back to the center of my universe and to a part of my life that is grounding and positive and, most importantly, here. Oh, and my neighbor took care of the overly brazen fox who had eaten all my adult chickens and was starting in on his, in spite of his five dogs.