Broken Leg

[Farm Thoughts - III]

We experienced a broken leg!
Not me.
Not one of my children.

It was one of our goats. Trying to reach high for leaves, she slipped and her leg wedged into the fork of a tree. You can picture the rest.

Meanwhile, all the other livestock ate contently near the ground.

Our gaze often determines our fate.

She stared and stared at those unreachable leaves, ignoring the nutritious grass on the ground. Her stare became an irresistible “lust". And now she’s in a cast.

What we gaze at, fixate on, stare at, spend our time looking toward: that’s where we end up going, despite logic, critical thinking, or even our own best interest.

People like us stare at the world we know is possible.
And that’s where we’re going.