The chickens hang out right outside my studio window for much of the day. It’s warm and there’s lots of leaves to dig through and they catch what drops from the bird feeder. What I’ve noticed about them is that they just keep at it. “It” being what chickens do. They seem totally true to themselves and completely in the moment. When we first got these chickens I thought they were kinda dumb, now I’m contemplating the idea that they’re really very spiritual being.
So between thinking about Rocky and the ideas of knowing verses believing and watching the chickens, this is what came out of me today.
Do you think you know better than me what’s in my heart
What do I know?
Lessons from the Moon
Love Sneaks in The backdoor and carries Me Home