I'm taking one day at a time in 2016. I have started letting go of things that need to go, like my expectations of what I wish would happen. Instead, I'm waiting to be surprised by life. I'm still enjoying the Message Bible: I'll read a passage first in King James, then in the Message Bible, so I'm able to to get something for myself out of both versions. Psalm 105:4 is the verse I want to keep in mind throughout the coming year: "Keep your eyes open for God, watch for His works; be alert for signs of His presence."
Yesterday I let go of Grace the cow, along with the two Holstein calves nursing her. A man is coming to get them Sunday. A year ago I was thoroughly enjoying my little herd and watching one cow raise several calves. However, I find that I am not really enjoying these creatures now, they are just out there on their own, doing fine without my intervention. I hardly even look at them. Cliff takes hay to them. He probably sees them more than I do, and the cows really aren't his thing at all. Doing something just because I did it last year is no reason to continue, and every morning after meditation when my mind is quiet, the thought was coming to me that it was time to let go of Grace. When I finally decided to do it, I had no reservations at all, and I have no regrets now. I am keeping Grace's two-month-old heifer Luna, and I still have Hope, the 11-month-old heifer. I am making no specific plans for them. I will wait and see what my wants and needs are as time goes by.
So far the chickens are safe. Cliff is, too.
My garden will shrink drastically; I've said that for the last four years, but this time I am sticking to that intention.
God willing, we will celebrate fifty years of marriage June 14 of this year; I don't want any receptions or parties, it will just be another day. We have a train trip to the Grand Canyon planned before long, which will be paid for by Grace-the-cow, although that has nothing to do with why I'm selling her.
I would love to go to Colorado this year too, but I'm giving Cliff a chance to think about it and see if that's what he wants.
When we got married in 1966, I'm pretty sure there were a lot of people who would have been willing to bet we wouldn't make it a year; I know Cliff's dad was in that group, because he was vocal with his opinion. We'd only known one another about six months. We decided to get married the day before we did the deed, without any prior planning. We were raised in families that were as different as they could be, except for the fact that neither his parents or mine had ever had much money.
Yet here we are. It's funny how life turns out.