It started out sleepily, stormy, rainy, lazily.
But lunchtime I was bored, bored, booooored!
Didn't feel like doing any chores, cooking, internetting - and it was too soggy outside for any farm fun. Bah humbug.
The skies finally dried up long enough for me to grab my camera and head to the tiny old cemetery a few blocks away. I'd noticed some interesting stones in there before and wanted a closer look.
I'm not sure what happened while I was in there...
But it was very powerful.
Not in a religious way - in a very human way. I can't explain it other to say I felt very small down there, between rows of fallen, worn-out stones telling stories of long-departed souls. How many tears were spilled on the ground beneath my feet? How long until it's me that stands there, mourning my parents, my siblings, my friends?
My own self?
I had to leave after a bit, it was all too much. But I felt cleansed afterwards, filled with renewed energy and decided that today was going to be a good day, after all.
Vegas and I enjoyed a few games of Yahtzee while drinking hot tea and I actually didn't suck at it like usual - woo! Then I got some long-overdue weeding and coop run mowing done, spent quality time with the flocks and ended the afternoon with a great game of lawn badminton with Vegas (and the wind) - we sure shuttled that cock, LOL :-D
I'll post some pics tomorrow or the day after.
Powerful, I tell you.
/end of License To Live post/