Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I found my way to Bethlehem

There was no baby, there were no kings, there was no heavenly chorus, no shepherds in the field…
But wait I did find….
Friendly, welcoming people, vegetables growing in the fields, chickens, pigs, goats, turkeys.
I did find an old camper stuck in a field close to a compost outhouse, next to a doorless outdoor shower.
The camper has running water and a small refrig and a stove, and a place to sleep and a sky that tells me night will soon be here. The camper should have a home sweet home sign because that what it is for me, for a while .
Today I washed lettuce in bathtubs. The lettuce got dried in….the spin cycle of a washing machine.
I collected eggs from under the chickens and crated them (the eggs not the chickens)
We pulled the broccoli plants from the ground – the ground seemed to be holding on tight.
Today was pick up day for the CSA so we arranged the veggies for pick up. They have, I think 25 shares holders. Far cry from Genesis Farm.
At the end of the day I was beat. I spent time trying to become comfortable in the camper. Still working on that. Decided to take some pictures as the sun was still up – barely. As I was starting to walk around Zac asked if I wanted to watch him milk the goats. – Can you see what is coming next? I milked my first goat! I think I did okay at it.
I’m very tired. Hoping to sleep through the night with all the new and different sounds. I’m sure I’ll wake with the goats and get up for a 2:00 feeding as in when we had the little ones in our care. The goats sound a lot like newborns.
So I came to Bethlehem – no baby, no Mary, no Joseph, but—I think I found a new Susan. One who has a long way to go to be comfortable in this new life but one who thinks she can stretch herself far enough to appreciate this new experience.
(I can see it now – who will be the one to start the betting on just how long I’ll last here?)
The sky is dark now and the moon is rising. How Beautiful! How blessed I am to be in Bethlehem!

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