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For the dogs...

Updated: Mar 27

Tales from the Lone Star Shepherdess is a blog about my life on my farm. I am a woman who bought a small piece of land in Texas with her husband and children and turned it into a sheep farm and a little more. I desire to share our daily struggles, failures, and successes. I invite you to follow along and see where this takes us.

Spring is here, and usually, that would be lambing time for us, but this year lambing is coming later. I recently started a new job and did not want to complicate things with lambs. I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of my new ram. I will be picking him up in May.

I stayed at the same job for many years because it made me feel comfortable and safe. But deep down inside, I knew it was time for a change.

I love this poem. It speaks to me.

For A New Beginning

- John O’ Donohue

In out-of-the-way places of the heart,

Where your thoughts never think to wander,

This beginning has been quietly forming,

Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time, it has watched your desire,

Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,

Noticing how you willed yourself on,

Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety

And the gray promises that sameness whispered,

Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,

I wondered if you would always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,

And out you stepped onto new ground,

Your eyes are young again with energy and dreams,

A path of plentitude opens before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear

You can trust the promise of this opening;

Unfurl yourself into the grace of the beginning

That is at one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;

Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;

Soon, you will be home in a new rhythm,

For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

I love my new job and the stable schedule it gives me to take care of the farm. Spring is always a new beginning; we always hope for rain and good grass.

This week's adventures started with a Schunk in the pasture with the sheep. The guard dogs were all over it and ran him back through the fence to the creek. I thought the problem was solved. When I went out to feed, he was in the BARN, and it smelt so bad. Then, he promptly ran out of the barn and headed for my house. Sir, there is no room in the inn. Many black-and-white things are running around, but that doesn't include you. We chased him around for quite a while until we relocated him permanently.

Off to bed, back to work tomorrow




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