Transitions 6 - Sheep-ish

I am balking at the idea of writing today. I don't know what I thought I'd be discovering in this week's entries, but it really hasn't materialized. What has materialized is quite different that what I'd expected. This has not been a time of visioning and planning for me. Am I disappointed? No. I trust the wisdom of the place I have chosen as my teacher. I trust this curriculum. Each day I find there is more unraveling to be done and it is enough to be here and let that happen. Don't force it. So, yes, I am feeling a little sheepish about having begun this week-long blog, for I will not be delivering what I had expected.

But since we are talking "sheepish," I will say that one of the highlights of this radiant day was hanging out with the sheep. Truly. We lingered by the side of their electric fence and watched mothers and their new lambs. There is something so deeply tranquil about watching the cud-chewing motion (I think the term is "ruminating") as mother sheep and her lamb lay side by side, jaws swinging in parallel motion. I wanted to plop myself down in the grass on the other side of the fence and take a nap there in the sun with the flock. Take me in!

That this is enough amazes me. Sheep watching as a recreational sport had just never called to me before. It actually leaves me feeling quite hopeful to write about this. I haven't had any break through discoveries or visions about the next years of my life, but I have learned to appreciate and willingly share my place here in paradise with these coastal sheep. This is what I have today: sheep. Who needs Netflix?