Not many possess the ability to roll to-and-fro in the muck & mire alongside the swine and yet... can easily tread with ease upon the billowy clouds above with angels such as yourself
This post was edited by Jon at September 9, 2019 7:00 PM MDT
Your comment reminds me of this wonderful song from the Sound Of Music (which ranks as one of my top films of all times). I have no explanation as to why. *giggle* This film could play on a never-ending loop at my home and yet, I would never tire of it.
Funny how you caught that. I was hearing that tune in my head as I wrote the words.
I used to have three pet goats - Sparrow, Magpie and Skylark - named for their colours. They were desexed unwanted boys from a local dairy that crossed Swiss and British Alpine with Nubian and a touch of the Byron Bay Goat (a feral Kashmir billy who was known to impart hardiness.) I got them when they were six months old, newly weened, and bonded with them over bottles of milk. They were darlings. I learned to play goat kung-fu with them - butty games using my hands for their heads to butt against the way a toreador uses a flag. One of the things I loved about them was the endless mischief they got up to - especially after Magpie learned how to open the gate to the porch and then the sliding door into our abode...
Bookworm, I have never been able to get that song out of my head. It is the ultimate, fantabulous earworm of the highest magnitude. Julie Andrews voice touches a place deep within me that no other musical artists has been able to do.
You chose a polled goat - no horns. And your angle of view - definitely supine. I can already see the mischief to which you're inviting your belovèd. ;)
I haven't been on stage in a while now and to be honest this past year feels like its tarnished some of my luster. Life, in its eternal ebb and flow, carries us along to places, emotions, and experiences, that we aren't often ready for. Jon has been a rock for me to cling to amidst turbulent seas. I oft times fear that I may pull him under with the weight of my own worries but he never fails to remain steadfast. I'm not sure what my next act will be but as I get older I continue to draw closer to my love for writing and hope to accomplish something with it, even if what I manage to bring to blossom is nothing more than self discovery and the chance to occasionally remind Jon through poetry and prose how much I love him.
It's true that we go through many phases and transitions. Thanks for the update. Please feel free to engage with me in private messages on these issues if you wish. I'm certain that at the very least, we could provide each other with literary critique. That's something all writers need and relish.
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