The Midas Touch

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This is Midas. He is one of my goats. For those of you who don’t know me, I own a 15 acre hobby farm with a geriatric pony, goats, ducks, chickens and sometimes cows or pigs. I used to talk about it all the time as every experience was new and crazy or funny or hard. There was always a lesson to be learned-how to have better practices, or safer ones, how to make it easier, how not to ruin your vehicles upholstery in the transport of said animals. Are you starting to get the picture?

So, 10 years in and the farm feels like another incomplete item on my husband’s and my to do list. We feel overwhelmed as the north sills of all our out buildings need replacing, and they need to be re-sided and roofed. Then, lets talk fencing…it goes on and on and begins to be a weight around our necks that some days seems unbearable. Then, a friend asks to meet my goats. I walk her out to the barn, apologizing for chicken shit (sorry, that’s what it is!) on the steps, explaining why there is a mountain of feed bags (we use under waste hay as mulch in our garden), making excuses for the clutter as we have been under renovation. She laughs and says “It’s a barn. That’s what they look like”. She proceeds to meet all my little beasties with great pleasure and then heads out. Later in the day, she sends me this picture. Midas. Doesn’t he turn you inside out? He does me. Completely. And suddenly, all the disarray and weightiness of farm life fell away. I do this because I love it and the rest will (or won’t) work itself out in my lifetime. Today, Midas and my friend gave me lovely gift: presence and gratitude for the rich and amazing life that I have.

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