I’ve been so wired working to get things ready for the Open House, from my Gallery to everything else that needs to be done. But in the mornings, I’ve been taking time to be with Fanny, Lulu and Chloe. They’re grounding and calming. I comb them or just stand with them, all of us still. When I stand with them like that, I feel like I have a better chance of understanding what goes on in their minds and bodies. It’s like I become one of them. Like they’re teaching me how to just be.
But then we went over to the apple tree and I picked them each an apple. The tree is like an umbrella, a couple of the branches, so heavy with apples, they’re broken. The donkeys, Chloe and the sheep have eaten all the apples, leaves and bark they can reach, the soil beneath the tree is trampled smooth. It’s become a magical space, cozy and protected.
I only picked one apple for each of them, but Chloe wanted more and I got to see how she figured out how to get an apple even if she couldn’t reach one. Here’s what I saw…..