It took a few days before I found them. Every time I passed their abode, it was empty. They had gone out to the fields to graze. Why was I looking for the sheep? The short obvious answer would be, because I spend quite a bit of time playing with yarn. The more complex answer that I’m shy about disclosing is to “feel myself among them.” The seed of a shepherd lives within me. It is a whispering call, but it is a calling no less. In this life it exists in shadow form taking me to knitting stores, spinning wheels and eventually to sheep farms.
I have many dreams. I don’t know where they come from and many require a great many lives to fulfill in a dignified manner. I feel them like tiny flames in my heart or light whisperings in my ear. What far out thing whispers lightly in your ear? ….