A Kid Called Romeo

an apology and a short update

Firstly, an apology to my regular readers and patrons for missing yesterday’s post. And welcome to new subscribers. The essay I had planned for yesterday is still in the works and will come out this weekend.

It’s a strange time, people keep saying. Cars breaking down. Plumbing and heating packing in. Hospital stays. Major life changes underway, by default if not design. Systems heaving. Collapsing. Rebuilding. The past year’s stuckness, weightedness, suddenly caving, or exploding, giving way to forward momentum in quantum leaps, unexpected or perhaps long awaited changes, surprises. Everything suddenly happening at once, pushing us into unchartered waters, new chapters, ready or not. The old breaking away from the new. The new springing forth with unstoppable force. Flow with it, or be swept up in the tumult. Personally, after months of feeling frustratedly stuck, stalled, uncertain, we are now poised on the brink of (all going well) a very positive and exciting new beginning that will surely kick into action when I’m up to my elbows in sheep shit and birth fluids next month, such as it goes. But that’s not why I’m late with yesterday’s post.

I lost a week to week to an adorable cuddle munchkid snuffling under my chin and chewing on my hair. Spring bounced in early to the goat shed on tiny hooves, with tiny, budding horns and bright, blue eyes and a brand new coat as soft and white as snow. He has kept me up til late, sleeping in the straw and rising before sunrise and stolen my heart. His name is Romeo.