Have you noticed how events pop up in your life that seem to be designed for your learning? Have you thought that, since we are the authors of our experiences, you must be involved in the creation of said events?
My daughter, Naomi, and her son Elijah live with us, while she attends Nursing School. She drives a high mileage car that has a potential for problems. She is often in school late and I have dreaded the idea of her calling with car trouble late in the evening. Last night about 10PM she called and said she had a flat tire. I drove to Cambridge, about 20 miles, and was able to pump up the tire so she could make it home. I got up this Morning the tire was very flat. I made arrangements with our local garage, ten miles away, pumped up the tire and went up and had it repaired. I had them check the oil, it was dangerously low, if she hadn't had that flat tire she may have ruined the engine. I knew that the car was using oil and I could have monitored it more closely. This is the third time this year we had a problem that turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
I didn't mind, in the least, driving to Cambridge last night. What seemed to be a great inconvenience hardly measured on the 'pain in the butt' scale. It gave me a chance to be useful and we are here to be of service to each other.
I now have an extra rooster. I kept two young roosters that were hatched last year. I had one rooster for 20+ hens. A ratio of one rooster for every ten hens works out well. I had planned to acquire ten more hens so I wanted three roosters; but it didn't happen. It appeared that everything was fine until two days ago, when I found the old rooster battered and bleeding. He was too much for either young rooster alone, they ganged up on him. I have had this happen before. I took the old rooster out and put in the barn. He will heal up and be okay, but I won't be able to put him back with the flock. He is not old. He is only two and has a lot of life left. Hopefully, I can find someone who needs a rooster.
My goats are spoiled rotten. They don't like their hay. It was cured last Spring. We had a very wet Spring and a very dry Summer. It was hard to get hay that was completely free of mold, if it was cut in the Spring. I can't smell any mold, but the goats apparently do. They will eat it, but they give me that look, that I should be doing more. To compensate I give them feed, that I usually give when they are lactating, and they don't need it now. The compensation is for my feeling of inadequacy as a husband of goats. I don't think they need it. Goats have a way of expressing themselves.
Life comes at us constantly. We don't know what is coming next and we are usually not sure of what we are learning. I know we set up things that are for our learning, sometimes they are obvious, but often it is a mystery why we would do that to ourselves. It is clear that we always have the opportunity to be positive or negative; to be loving or fearful/angry. It is amazing how easy it is to be loving; if you will just remember to be.
Through it all, one of your greatest assets {or maybe the greatest} is a sense of humor. To be able to laugh at the ridiculousness of life is wonderful. Laughter clears away negativity like nothing else. It is as easy to see humor as it is tragedy. Love, love and love some more.
Love and Peace, Gregg
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