Blackberry Mountain
Day's Eye 08/24/2011
Two weeks ago today, I got my first tattoo.  I never really thought I would and may even be considered hypocrite for having one.  My struggle is not with tattoos but with the lack of meaning and until now I did not have something I would want to imprint on my skin permanently.  I am glad that I waited and gave it thought over the past several years (I nearly got one when I was 19 or so but a friend and I were talked out of it luckily).

I got three wild daisies on my right foot.  Daisies are my favorite flower and symbolize simplicity, yet are so beautiful.  The wild daisy is a symbol of my hope to live wildly--naturally wild as the daisy does.  This comes from a book on women and spirituality that I have been reading over the past year.  A daisy's roots are strong and grow flowers each year.  The stem of my tattoo touches the ground as though the daisies are planted where I am--just as I should be.  If a daisy is cut, it grows back stronger.  The three symbolizes the Holy Trinity and deeper, the importance of religion/spirituality in my life and in who I am today.  Daisy comes from "day's eye" because the blooms open with the sun.  I love the color because it looks blackish but it is really brown, blue and green mixed together as an outline of a daisy which means it is completely unique. 

The whole experience was really cool because I have been researching and thinking of the meaning and what I wanted for weeks and Jeremy shared his thoughts as well.  The design was drawn by me and then shown to the tattoo artist and he drew his version of my drawing so it's pretty much my own design.  I loved watching it all come together and the pain wasn't really even that bad.  So that's one of my latest adventures.   

Farewell friend 08/19/2011
I will begin with an apology/excuse for my lack of blogging.  The month of July was jammed full of work and traveling for me and then August got here and was pretty full as well.  I sort of lost control of maintaining balance of things.  But I'm back today. 

I write this with a sad heart.  We sold Bella yesterday.  She is no longer a goat on our farm and we will probably not see her again.  A few days ago I was ready to get rid of her.  She was loud, rambunctious, and pretty hard for me to handle without carrying a stick with me for reinforcement.  This summer has been pretty busy with the garden growing, attempting to preserve the fruits and veggies before they rot, trying to keep a house in order (failed), and caring for the animals.  Sadly, we decided that while we love our goats and have enjoyed having them, we just aren't ready for goat farming and have much more to do and learn before we can have multiple goats.  Roses is very calm and gives milk so we decided we would keep her and sale Bella and Mikey.  We are still waiting for a buyer for Mikey but as you know, we sold Bella yesterday evening.  A man came by to see her and bought her within 5 minutes.  He has cows and just got goats so he can teach his kids about showing goats.  It sounds like our sweet yet wild, Bella might get to be in a show.  I am so happy for her because she really needs a place to run around and to eat all day long with other friendly farm animals.  But my heart hurts as I write this and think about the memories we had with her. 

Bella was our first goat and she challenged us from the beginning.  Every time we built something, she showed us how it could be better.   Before we got Roses,  we were even able to let her run around our yard freely all of the time.  She would sit by our back door and chew her cud all afternoon/evening and sometimes would take a minute to sprint back and forth across the yard and back up the steps.  She was always a lover, not a fighter but she was definitely stubborn.  She meant a lot to both of us and she will be missed. 

So here's to's hoping that she has greener pastures and nice farm friends and that she is loved for a very long time.  She will forever be in our hearts and I will never forget the things that she taught me.