The hardest losses to deal with are those that have no lesson attached. A lesson helps keep the focus on aspects of a tragic situation that might be overcome in future. It gives us a sense of control over what seems otherwise out of our control.
We’ve not had such fortune on the homestead this year, and to make matters worse, I know we have a lot of company around the world.
The tornado and hail and drought and continued weather whiplash were/are out of our control. Now, to pile on more setbacks and losses out of our control our young ram has to be put down just two days after being introduced to his harem, due to a fatal injury we’ve no idea how occurred.
Not only have we lost this perfectly healthy and handsome fellow, but now we’ll have no spring lambs either.
And the hits continue. We woke to find Mama Chop squashed seven of her just born piglets during the night. She’s had two previous litters without issue and we’ve no real inkling why this time would be any different. Could she have been confused by the sharp temperature drop? Could it be she finds it as irritating and uncomfortable as I do?
We have neighbors whose cows couldn’t get pregnant this year after two tries and then lost a perfectly healthy milking goat in her prime from a sudden tumor.
But, as sad as all this is, there are farmers and families, rural and urban, all over this country, all over this world, losing their livelihoods, their properties, their homes, even their lives to what equates to weather terrorism and mass land and power grabs. Blizzards, floods, fires and finger pointing in every other direction but where it belongs.
These are the casualties of the escalating undeclared war that’s being ignored or minimized by the masses hypnotized by the bread and circus and chorus of lies coming from the mainstream media.
Instead of standing up and speaking out against the fascist takeover by this corporatocracy posing as our government and media, folks are lining up to handover all their health records to them!
I can’t even fathom the level of insanity of the masses of folks who consider this to be a good idea.
Supposedly one of the stages of grief is acceptance. Apparently in this asylum we must accept what we cannot change. And what we cannot change is everything.
It’s the crazy ones, like me, who refuse to accept.
Sorry, but I have no good news for y’all this time. No silver lining, inspirational quote, spoonful of sugar, meaningful song.