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“To me they are as beautiful as anything I know,” Georgia O’Keeffe said of the sun-bleached bones and skulls she found in the desert. “To me they are strangely more living than the animals walking around…. The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something that is keenly alive …”
Lil Jester, the Story
I did know this little guy.
In 2011, I flew from LA to CNY to see my house for the first time (I bought it the month before, sight unseen) and to stay with my neighbor, Tim, who first posted the picture of the house on Facebook.
This was Mother’s Day weekend.
On Mother’s Day, Lil Jester was born, there were twins but one died and this one survived, barely. The mother rejected him, so Tim and I hand fed LJ for the first few days of his life.
There is another story where I was in charge of him and he disappeared and I thought he’d been swallowed by a coyote or ferret and I cried inconsolably, but I’ll save that retelling for later.
Anyway, by the time my house was being renovated in July 2011, he was a handsome young goat with nubs where his majestic horns would be.
In the country, not all goats are created equal and boy goats do hot hold the same rank as a girl goat, a girl can be milked and bred, a boy can be annoying and eaten when he is of the right age.
This was the fate of the little boy goat.
His bones were left in a field behind my house, I knew not where until spring 2013 rolled around and I was on one of my long walks through the mud.
Spring mud pushes bones to the surface that Winter stripped clean.
There he was.
I brought him home.
“Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.”
― Mary Oliver
Yesterday was a prefect warm and sunny spring day in Central New York.
I live in the country, down a rural road that has little traffic aside from the occasional tractor and day laborer using it as a cut to bigger things, perhaps a town of 200 or more.
There is no town where I live, no there there and that is how I like it, right now.
I lived in Los Angeles before this, another town with no there there but many more people, millions of cars, relentless sunshine and a level of stress that is almost nuclear in its intensity.
Yesterday, the spring breeze was smooth, no nip at all, the clouds were white and fluffy and I meant to sit down and tell you about it as it went along.
But I was too busy.
Living in the moment.
I fell into the day like Alice in Wonderland fell into that great hole of wonder…I got lost, I got macro, I got panoramic…one with the earthy and the sky.
Here are a few photographs that document the day.
Tonight, the sky is clear and full of stars. It’s 13 degrees.
I walk with the dogs in the deep fresh snow. In the dark my house seems framed by the milky way, the warm light pouring out onto the snow from the windows doesn’t dim the glow.
Looking up, I see the darker reaches of the universe and I realize that when we die, that’s where we’ll go.
Not bad, I think as I call the dogs back and go inside.