Dado's Pocket knifePsychometry is a strange ability that can take you by surprise.  I rarely practice psychometry, and I don’t think I have ever used it professionally, but sometimes it gives you unexpected glimpses.  Today I was repacking a box of stuff from my grandmother – old recipes, family pictures, a partial genealogy and a few of my Grandfather’s personal effects and an old pocketknife caught my eye and I thought I’d toss it in my desk drawer, for those times I need a knife and can’t find mine. I was stopped in mid movement by a rush of warmth and strength, a feeling of hands wearing the handle smooth with routine tasks and the warmth of rattling in a pocket.  Layered over that was my grandmother opening letters and packages before putting the knife away.

I barely knew my maternal grandfather, he died when I was four, but It was an unexpectedly perfect moment to feel his presence again. 

It was December 21st, the winter solstice.  It was a bit chilly, but bright and sunny when I took my morning constitutional in the early afternoon.

LeiaLeia FinnFinn  PoePoe 

Puppy NoseI decided to take a slightly different street than normal and just a few blocks away from home I saw a brown and white puppy sitting on the double yellow lines in the middle of the street.  He was barely a handful and looked up at me with blue eyes.  I picked him up and looked around, hoping to see where he was from and saw two more laying in a spot of sunlight on the grass by the street.  A few minutes latter a car pulled in a few houses away and I asked the man if he knew whose puppies they were.

SleepingPuppiesI was told the mom didn’t want them anymore, Leia in particular was so thin you could see her ribs. Apparently the man who owned her was older and couldn’t, or didn't want to, take care of puppies.  The neighbors were trying to get the pound to come and pick them up, but it was close to Christmas and no one had come to get them yet.  He said he had taken one in already, but it we wanted a puppy we should take it, cuz nobody wanted them.

I sat on the grass with three puppies for a few minutes and then sent Joe my location and the text, “I need you too get your shoes and coat on and come to me.”

Soon he came walking up the street and said, “So we have puppies?”

We have three bright and adorable little puppies, two boys and a girl, about three months old and growing fast.  Their names are Leia, Finn and Poe.

They are absolutely perfect.

Please care more.Happy New Year from Joe & John Thornton

What ever you care about in this life, care about it deeply.  Care enough to show up, make and effort, and maybe embarass yourself. Care about people, whether you know them or not.  Care about ideas, art, pop culture, politics, injustice, and getting more people to compost. Find the things in this world that make your heart sing! 

What you care about, what you are passionate about, is what makes you human.  It is what makes you alive and vibrant.  Nothing is more depressing and dehumanizing than apathy, than not caring.  Nothing is more corrosive to this world than not caring.

People who care deeply get things done.  People who are passionate change the world.  There are lots of people who are scared of change, who are afraid of passion – their own and other people’s.  They will tell you not to care, that your caring doesn’t matter, that your passion is stupid and wrong.

Rainbow CareBear wants you to care about caring!This year, as every year, people are going to tell you to care less.  Care less about your obscure hobbies, music, art, and tv.  You will be asked, “Why do you like that?” and “Why are you so upset?”  You will be told that something you are passionate about doesn’t matter or is weird. 

Caring isn’t cool.

The things you care about aren’t cool.

What you care about is weird.

You will hear it from the media, society, social media, family, and friends.  You may even hear it from your own internalised fear and judgemental self.

Please ignore these people.  Please ignore these negative voices.

Do not believe them.

This year don't be afraid to care deeply, wildly and intensly.

We are moving.

Red HensAs we slowly leave this place I feel the energies and protections of this place starting to crumble and fall away.  For years, Joe has told me that when I am gone for more that two days the energy starts to shift and he feels spirits start to mess with him – playing with the temp in the shower and looking at him from shadows.  I know those spirits, we have an Agreement, but as we spend less and less time here the Agreement starts to falter.

White HenIn the last few weeks it has become clear that the new house has no place for our chickens.  We talked about who could take them and we have a few friends with chickens. I wasn’t worried, but as we started hearing back from people that they didn’t have the extra room I found myself saying, “we need to get rid of these chickens!  I have to clean out the garage before we can put the house on the market, time is passing and we have to get rid of the chickens!”  Something heard and for the first time in seven years something got into the garage and killed our chickens, three of four have been killed in the last two days. I’ve tried to close the gaps and places anything could get in – I have failed.

I sit here, writing and feeling like a coward.  Last night there was one chicken left, a rescue found in a suburban yard. I’m not quite ready to go see if she is ok.Blue Eggs

Ok, I’m ready.

I just buried the remains of our last chicken.  She was a gentle red hen, often picked on by the bigger, feistier girls.

To our chickens, our girls:  Thank you.  Thank you for your eggs that nourished us.  Thank you for your poop that nourished the garden.  Thank you for the funny chicken stories I got to tell.  Thank you for making this lovely place feel more like the “urban micro-farm” I’ve called it half in jest.  Thank you.

4 HensTo the creature that killed and ate our chickens, our girls:  I can’t be mad.  I hope you were quick and efficient and I hope you gained needed sustenance from the odd, charming, loud and messy tiny dinosaurs who lived in our garage coop for the last few years.  Maybe I should thank you for doing what I would not have done and solving a small problem in my life and in my move… I’m not quite that evolved, but I will work on it.

I will also be more careful of what I ask for as the Agreement at this place passes from me to the next steward of this land.