
Sometimes, just when you think you can predict how your day’s going to play out, you find out you’re wrong…and in a very surprising way. And when it happens, it shifts your perception in a way that can really be recharging.
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Sometimes, just when you think you can predict how your day’s going to play out, you find out you’re wrong…and in a very surprising way. And when it happens, it shifts your perception in a way that can really be recharging.

It seems like just yesterday
That you were here –
Because it was.
And, yet, today
There is a hole in the universe
Where you used to be.
I know I won’t see you
Or hear your soft voice now
And my world is darker.
But I won’t be mired in sadness
Because you live on –
I am reminded daily.
Today, it was the vibrant blue
Of the chicory plant
You loved so much.
The flowers had opened
To the sun, and closed
When you departed.
They greeted me today
And I heard your voice, a whisper,
Or was it leaves stirring?
I rewind to better times
When you were in dappled sunshine,
Surrounded by sisters.
Goodbye, chicory flower,
Goodbye for now –
But I’ll see you again.


A thunderstorm hit late this evening, bringing lightning, driving rain, and vicious wind. We sheltered inside and delayed the evening feeding, in the hopes that we could catch a break. Little did we know that we would lose two of our gaggle.

It’s been rainy lately, which means the ground is muddy…which is how pigs prefer it. And they don’t want stinky, feces-filled mud – they like “clean” dirt (oxymoron?) that’s been carefully mixed with water into a perfectly-pastelike consistency. The mud also helps keep them cool, and protects their skin from the ample biting insects out here. All hail mud!

I’ve heard many people say that service is “dead” these days, meaning that companies place such little value on it that they don’t train their employees on how to provide good customer service or fail to monitor to ensure that it’s occurring consistently. That statement does resonate with me – I find that many of the employees I encounter seem to hate their jobs and that bitterness seeps into every interaction. While I appreciate how difficult it must be to feel stuck in a toxic job, treating customers poorly is simply unacceptable – and companies need to know about it.
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There once was a very small yellow chick that hatched with a leg that turned slightly out to the side. It didn’t know it was smaller or slower than the other chicks, or that it couldn’t run like everyone else. The chick just tried its best to live like all the other chicks, doing the same things, even if it couldn’t quite keep up. This is the story of that little chick…and an unexpected friendship.