The hens went to the hen playground yesterday. Such a liberating feeling for hens to do what hens enjoy and for me to be free of the anxious vigil.

Thinking about nature and finding out what is my moral obligation as a human being is satisfying. Finding meaning and purpose is the prize of living! The spell check asked if I meant to say “price” of living. They do seem related. But I meant to say “Prize.” I have not only discovered a Great Truth, but I have also been rewarded for just pursuing It. The Great Truth is the Prize!

I went through my mind menu of practical lessons yesterday and discovered lessons that worked. Not meditating on “What may happen?” Fear. Fear is nature’s psychopath. Why would I listen to a psychopath?

Own responsibility. It is easy to say. But deciding what IS and IS NOT my responsibility adds a layer of exploration where I root out what appears to be the problem from what IS the problem.

The problem isn’t Rat, or weasel, or hay. The problem was My willful choice to ignore a warning in my heart about too much hay. The problem is subsequent squalor conditions that arise from my willful ignorance. Doing “good” feels good! Yes, but Who defines what is “good”?

Clearly human beings cannot arrive at what is truly “good” without some existential knowledge to guide them. What we Think is good and what feels good clearly is not always good.

I feel stupid saying that, but there it is. That is why owning responsibility of the ROOT problem helps me solve and prevent future problems. The reward of happy, hardy hens awaits!

I am fortunate my husband is an engineer, who is helping me restore the hen pen to one that is free from my mistakes. It is nice to have a husband who doesn’t say: “I told you so.”