Creating new, Good Old Days

If you've been reading my drivel for any length of time, you have noticed that I ride the cuckoo train to Feel Goodville and back to Myassisdraggin Junction about every 60 days. No big deal except it does get kinda monotomous to all concerned. And when I am mentally engaged, I am less likely to stay on the negative end of the line with or without my friend Fibro. So I want to make some changes in the way I live my life.

I wanted to do something new this year, giving back someway and started researching what was available for someone with my talents and limitations and also what I really wanted and for that matter needed to do. I need to be needed. I am not too old but just old enough to admit that with a clear conscience and no guile. I like the feeling of being wanted....so there I've said it. With all of those tick marks to check off I began my search back in November.

You know that I adore donkeys. And our friends at MBF have been more than kind to let us visit their herd and receive donkey therapy. If you haven't spent time with a herd of donkeys then that doesn't make any sense. But there is something so soothing and comforting that happens to me when I spend time with the donkeys. They are real. They are straightforward. If they like you, you know it. If they aren't sure, they won't approach you. If you bring cookies and carrots and apples......you could have a crowd of new friends very quickly. It is so earthy and honest.

Because of the darling new donkey Buck at Morning Bray Farm, I became acquainted with a couple who rescued many donkeys recently. Their goal is to find homes for the donkeys and in the meantime gentle them down so they can be adopted. This a lofty goal on their part. When they rescued this last group there were 9 pregnant jennys in the herd. These jennys will be bringing new life soon.

After contacting these folks and letting them know what I could do and finding out what they needed. My new something to do is to volunteer to love the donkeys. To bring treats, love and give them human contact that is calm, soft, soothing and hope they can accept it and that it will make a difference to them. And I will get donkey therapy in return. The snow in the mountains is the only thing that has kept me from being able to go before Thursday this week. Sweet Man is going to go with me. He has never gotten to be with the donkeys of MBF because of his work schedule and has said he was always a little jealous of the fun and adventure of the rest of us spending time with the longears, so now on one of his days off, we will adventure together and share that joy. That is another thing we have been missing in our life. Time with each other, doing something fun just for us.

Who would have thought that those sweet brown eyes, long fuzzy ears, whiskered muzzles and braying donkeys could hold so much excitement for two old farts like us. I'll tell you of this magic and have pictures to share very soon.

The name of the rescue is Edgewood Longears Safehouse. They are managing to feed 6 of their own donkeys, and the 8 boys in a rental lot and 9 pregnant jennys that they moved today to their own land. So if you are looking for a way to make a difference, they could use any amount you might be able to share. You can find them on Facebook or I would be glad to get you into contact with them.