Pastoral Equanimity is the cultivated inner stillness that arises from standing alongside the goats. Shepherding with proximity. Being alone with the world, nudging it in this way and that but never controlling it. Pastoral Equanimity is accomplished through sustained immersion in patterns of nature: sunrises, midday, striking sunsets, and peaceful stars. The setting of theContinue reading “Pastoral Equanimity”
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Verdandi
On Friday, April 25 2025, I wrote and submitted a letter of resignation from my administrative responsibilities. Later that afternoon, while walking around the farm, the Fates paid me a visit in the form of three vultures that circled above me at low altitude – just circling. The fact that one was flying so low,Continue reading “Verdandi”
Four Commandments of Alapaha Paganism
And in the days when the first generation of goats gave rise to the second and then the third, the four original commandments were given to the goats of Pagan Renaissance Farm: Offenses related to the first three commandments shall be met with a bb from the red rider gun. Repeated offense to the fourthContinue reading “Four Commandments of Alapaha Paganism”
The Yellow Spectrum
The late afternoon March light stands out because it looks more like autumn light. Yellows to browns. It is not my favorite collection of colors. I prefer silver, white, and blue. The colors of the moon rather than the the sun. Though I do love a beautiful South Georgia sunset. I have experienced dozens ofContinue reading “The Yellow Spectrum”
Self Actualization
Twilight
Hands
Typing blog posts, drinking Richland rum, I noticed my hands. I like them today. They are dirty and old. If you showed me these thirty years ago I would not have guessed they were mine. Becoming leathery and deeply creased. I can’t say I was pleased when I started noticing the blotches on my handsContinue reading “Hands”
Not a Writer
I once wrote something to the effect of “he who writes is a writer” he who wishes he was a writer is one who wishes he was a writer. I still believe that is true and that it is probably more profound than you first realize. Concurrently, I believe that there are many different waysContinue reading “Not a Writer”
Thursday Wine
Thursday is the optimum time to open a bottle of wine. I will probably finish it by Sunday. I rarely completely finish the bottle alone if opened on another day. Tonight is a special Thursday. A spring break Thursday. Spent what felt like a full day outside two days in a row. Learning about myContinue reading “Thursday Wine”
The yellow spectrum
The late afternoon March light stands out because it looks more like autumn light. Yellows to browns. It is not my favorite collection of colors. I prefer silver, white, and blue. The colors of the moon rather than the the sun. Though I do love a beautiful South Georgia sunset. I have experienced dozens ofContinue reading “The yellow spectrum”
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