I'm tweaking myself this year. After eight years on the farm, I'm regaining time to just sit, and think. I used to have so much time for this in my single-non farm life...but duties of the old goat-donkey-one-eyed pug caretaker never end. But the caretaker realized she had forgotten a bit of herself in all the care of others. It happens.All is well, and I'm remembering how essential it is to have minutes to myself...to just be. Big Tony does it so well.
