We have a duck MIA – presumed dead. I heard a terrific squawking one afternoon from the region of the awning but just thought one of the chooks was laying an egg with much ado. The next day I found a python snoozing in my feed shed and presumed he was the culprit (even though he didn’t have the distended belly you would expect if he was mid-duck digestion) so Ged grabbed him and put him in a sack (after peeling him off his wrist coil by ever tightening coil) and I drove him over to Angle Creek where I let him go, on the way to my daily constitutional.
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Your Baby, Your Guru
Macca has lent us some amazing books over the course of the pregnancy and first few weeks of Motherhood. I have been immersing myself in ‘Buddhism for mothers’ while on the loo and in the sitz bath at night and there is a wonderful article in there, written by an American first time mother and long-time Buddhist as she is challenged and tested to every limit by her newborn babe and her spiritual practice goes out of the window (bye bye spiritual discipline, routine and regimen!). She writes that she finally realised that the baby was the teacher, the buddha, the master and this was the new path for her learnings, meditation and practice. That singing the same soothing song over, and over (and over!) again is as much meditation as sitting in silence for hours, that setting self aside in order to fully focus on, and cater to, another soul, is the greatest spiritual self discipline. It is presumably no coincidence then that Gandhi shaved his head and wore nappies!!