Well, folks, I'm here! We are all settled in and in our third day of classes. Our house is extraordinary! As stated before (probably) it is an 1830's farm house with a whooooole lotta history. I'll make that a separate post.
So I'm sitting here enjoying my cornbread which is really amazing and I think has jalapenos, and do you know what? I'm just happy. There's something just--well, if I could find the flippin word!-- particular...? about being happy. what I mean is--well, let me put it this way. A few days ago I was in a store and the store keeper asked us how we were doing, and we answered "great" and she responded "Isn't it just so nice to say that? Aren't we just so lucky today?" And do you know what? I do count myself lucky. I always say I don't believe in regret because I believe, scientifically, that if anything in the past had changed ever the slightest, the present would be nothing like it is now. I mean, I do wish my rabbits hadn't gotten out, (What???? Right?????) but, I wouldn't change it because of the lessons I've learned these past few days. And yes, the rabbits got out. More clarification: Ever let herself and the other bunnies out. We got all but two of them back, but she let herself and the bun buns OUT AGAIN!!! Extremely mad at her, but extremely happy with Masra for being a bunny wrangler extraordinaire. He caught one bunny so far this evening (Not Ever, thank god). Would I get rabbits again? At this point.... NO MA'AM! They chewed up the house, they escaped twice, but gosh darn it, they're just so friggin cute. Those tails. I just wish my little Ewok would come home. Apparently she likes camping out and hiding in holes like wild rabbits do. But you see, Ewok is a working pet, not just something I can let go of. I imagine my chickens (layers) will be the same, but there's a reason you don't name meat chickens and meat rabbits. And I knew when I named Ewok that she would be a momma, not a dinner.
Now, For those who want to stop reading because I mentioned meat of a certain kind, I have to tell you, I've been thinking about death a lot lately. You see, I've been asking my friends and professors, "When does a plant actually die?" Plants are very different than animals, in fact, if you didn't know, they are in a different biological kingdom than animals. What kept coming up is, how can we define plant death, when we don't even really understand animal death and human death? We don't know scientifically or religiously what happens when we die. If energy cannot be created or destroyed, where does the energy of our brainwaves go when we die? Are we really a being, knowing that we could not survive without the other beings, the bacteria, who live inside of us and decompose us when we die? Do we not, in turn return to soil and nutrients which become a part of plants that grow from that soil, and then travel on up through the food chain? How is that death? I call that life. Life continued, anyways. so the beings that we are raising, we are doing so to show the ethics and the beauty of life. Samsara. The creation and destruction and recreation of life. In addition to rabbits being the most sustainable meat, and us selling in a local market. That's my schpeal on that. Believe what you believe, because that is an important part of community, it takes all people to make the world go round. More later, all my love.
9/9/2020 01:32:49 am
Wow! I'm going to be thinking about this for awhile! Thanks for the food for thought - Wish I lived closer to be able to get some of that fresh produce often too - but the ideas and poems you're sharing are a feast for the mind! Thanks for bringing some rich provisions to the virtual table!
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A sustainability major at U of L, beginning farmer, crafter, and writer.