As I emerge from a long hibernation from writing my story, I am reflective. What a difficult winter. Perhaps if I had been raised on a farm, the natural cycles of life and death would not be so painfully poignant and challenging to bear. The loss of three precious ewes within a couple of weeks left me in deep sorrow and questioning my shepherdess skills. The circumstances of old age and cold weather conspired to take their lives; it was not really in my control. The birth of four healthy lambs was a reassurance of nature's cycles and helped me past my grief. Perhaps life wanted me to meditate more deeply on earth's magic. Tehya, left, was my oldest ewe; she, too, succumbed to the ravages of old age. Aiyana, one month shy of Tehya's age, birthed twin ram lambs yesterday. Her first did not survive. Somehow, the loss of new life is even harder. Yet, life is cyclical and one must flow where the journey goes. I accept my grief. I celebrate that Aiyana has lived and feel joy of her surviving lamb. Sorrow and joy exist. We feel deeply because we love and have compassion. All our emotions are part of a balanced whole of life. We bear our sorrows until dawn awakens us to the possibilities and hope of this new moment.
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