I have many impulsive desires- intense ones - in the last days. I feel like ripping out the lavender field and planting olive trees, a new crop here that is struggling to take hold. I feel like raising a horse from baby to adult, getting a baby pygmy - perhaps my elder care days are going to take a hiatus- perhaps it is another person's turn to hospice old goats and let my nine year tenure come to a close for now. I feel like working in equine therapy. Today I gathered old dead wood and kept seeing large entwined creations. I want to burn the couch. I almost cut my braids off but stopped. I'm writing a book proposal and will recite it verbally to a particular publisher I want, while sitting with The Pig. I'm considering making cheese again.