Hens in a Hutch

Two hens in a hutch and more storms brewing. My hens are like barometers. Sensitive creatures exist on a frequency and pick up signals that I cannot see. It sounds like Farmers’ Almanac to say, but let’s be honest. The amount of knowledge we can learn from studying our environment, observing our friends and neighbors, our world, observing storms and nature. ‘Knowing’ our charges, hens or otherwise. Everything speaks and though the language is not a traumatized version of the English language like ours, we are immersed in meaning. It’s everywhere!

Today, I am recovering from a trial I spoke of fondly yesterday. My trials inform me of my mistakes, I own them, and learn from them. The hutch is tidy today. There are no Interlopers, no Squeeze. Hens huddled in a hutch are free of frivolity – my ancestors would be proud.

My early childhood education didn’t discuss history much. My college professors generally taught history in such a way as exploded my vanity to believe no human beings that ever existed before our generation have anything of value to contribute. They made me think I had god-like powers. I am the Way!! An antithetical message to two heroes of history: Marcus Aurelius who says: “The obstacle is the way”: And Jesus Christ, who says: “I am the Way.”

My Jewish friends taught me: “Keep History Before You.” Like a roadmap or blueprint of the knowledge and experience of previous generations- so that we could imagine a world free of the errors previous people made. And we could build where other generations left off. Restore what might have been without bringing the horror and shame of the past into the our new World.

There’s probably a great ocean of miraculous people who are buried in history waiting to be heard. Like I said, we are immersed in meaning.

Hens in a hutch, free from frivolity, immersed in meaning. If my theory is true that our environment past, present, future, speaks, and everything in it- then logic dictates that the storms demand my full attention. What are the storms saying? What do they mean?  


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