IT ISN'T PERSONAL

Sometimes it snows and we welcome it; we even celebrate it. Other times, it seems timed to create the greatest irritation. Yesterday's storm fell somewhere in between for me. Jamie is down with a bad cold, I am feeling like I am in the first stages. I didn't want to struggle with Mother Nature. But, as usual, if I go with the flow and enjoy the moment, I find it really is not a struggle, we make those things up in our mind. We got just enough to need plowing and snow blowing, probably 8 to 9 inches. Our plowman is coming at two this afternoon and I am going to have to quit blogging by one as I have paths to make before he arrives.

We made sausage Saturday. We used pork, chicken, lamb and beef. We have our own lamb and chicken and we often buy, {whole or haves}, pork and beef from neighborhood farmers. We have cuts that we save in the freezer for sausage. We ground up about fifty pounds and put about forty pounds into casings with a hand crank sausage stuffer. We sampled some for supper. Later in the evening, Jamie said, "I think that sausage is off". Both Jamie and Naomi are very sensitive to rancidity. I ate another sausage to test that perception and thought she might be right. Was this taste bud paranoia? We weren't sure. I had visions of feeding fifty pounds of sausage to the chickens. The next Morning, yesterday, I sampled a cold, left over sausage. It was fine, in fact, delicious. Hopefully the rancidity was an illusion within the illusion.

 Life continues to come to you- like it is endlessly squeezed from a tube. We are not conscious enough to know why it takes on the color and texture it does. As we grow in awareness we will see our contribution to its creation. But until we can 'see', don't take it personally. Just love every bit of it and know that you are learning.

In a couple of weeks, you will be aware that things are changing. The news censorship is easing up and things are becoming public that were here-to-fore hidden. You will need to keep your BS detector in good working order, but some truth is leaking out.

I am staring out the window and seeing two automobiles, covered with snow, and I know I have to get out there and make a path to them. Then, my plowman could come early.

We will meet at this space Wednesday.

Love and Peace,  Gregg