dirt angels and guard donkeys


I can hardly wait for Sunday to arrive each week.  Not only because I adore my parishioners, but following worship I am driven to drive to Wildbranch just to see it and pinch myself that it is really my space.  I am so grateful to have it.  There was a time when I was a poor struggling single parent working my way through under grad and I honestly didn't know if I was going to be able to hold on to the house where I was living at the time.  I was afraid I'd be homeless.  So having this space is important to me, plus it makes me feel like a kid.  Remember making snow angels when you were a kid?   Well, I want to make dirt angels!  Whenever I walk around the property I stifle an urge to plop down in the leaves and move my arms and legs in the leaves like you would in the snow making a snow angel.  Do you remember the wild freedom you felt when you did that as a kid!

Having this place of my own is also stretching my brain and making me humble.  I am having to learn to truly trust the wisdom of others since I really am Lisa from Green Acres.  I'd like to have animals on the place but since I won't be able to live there full-time, I need advice--lots and lots of advice.  A former class mate, Linda Lampka suggested I get a Guard Donkey if I wanted to have sheep, alpaca's or any other live stock at Wildbranch.  I thought she was joking until I googled it.  It's for REAL!   I've now had this confirmed by numerous local people.  So it looks like I might be in the market for a good Guard Donkey.  If you have a resource for this, let me know.

Guard donkeys.  Dirt Angels.  If someone would have suggested either of these things to me even a year ago, I would have laughed at them.  But then again, I never thought I'd be a preacher either.   God get's the last laugh—always.