One misty morning...
......a friend came to visit.
She stepped in the door and I said,
"We have to burry a goat"
"sure, let me get my coat"
So with a wheelbarrow full of Goat, shovels in hand, we headed down amongst the red-gums.
We dug and we talked. You never know the things you can talk about while digging a hole to bury a goat. Hurt, pain, love and hope. All wrapped up in a bundle of words that swirled with the earth, and the air, while we worked. It was natural and easy.
I said "thats deep enough"
She said "we need to go six feet.... like for a human don't we?"
We looked at the goat, then at the hole and then at each other.
And then.... laughed.
We lay that goat in the ground. Lay it to rest. Covered it with soil, with words, with love, with hurt, with pain,... and with hope.
Thankyou dear friend for helping me lay some things to rest. x
The moon was beautiful.