A new post at
New Sacred ~
I’m shoveling out a goat barn. I’m
pitchfork-shoveling out a goat barn and thinking about ashes, and earth,
and muck, and mud. I’m thinking about the traditional words of Ash
Wednesday, “remember you are ashes, and to ashes you shall return.”
Mostly I’m thinking about muck. With the
big snows we’ve had lately, the muck is even muckier than usual. It
never ends, you know. The muck.
We come from this, too, don’t we? I’m
shoveling and thinking about how we come from this stuff that is caked
on my knees from holding yearling kids as we adjusted their collars. We
come from this stuff, too.
