Are you tired of reading about tragedy yet?

After last week - which culminated, by the way, in finding one of our big goats, Monty, had been killed by one of those cute pups we rescued last month -after he hopped the fence Saturday night. Then Steve Irwin dies - and sappy as it sounds, I cried when I heard about it - and again when we talked about it last night. But he was a guy who embodied the very idea of doing what you love - regardless of what other people think about it. And once again, it reminded me how important it is to trust who we are and how we feel - those little whispers in the back of our minds that encourage us to go down one path or another - to keep growing and exploring until we find who we were meant to be.

We are given what we need - people who show up when we need a shoulder, a smile at just the right moment, access to the great thinkers of the centuries to help us answer those big why questions, water to cleanse adn refresh - and drop the temperature - and medicines from the earth. It seems we are just surrounded by good things - if only we open our eyes to the wonders - and recognize what has been given to us.

So I believe in elderberry leaves for shock, in garlic and rue for worms and viruses, in rasperry leaves for tonic, in raw honey's antiviral properties and good bourbon to sooth a cough.

And I believe that miracles happen all the time, we just have to keep looking for them.