In my newsletter on Friday I wrote about how donkeys are dancing in my head this holiday season (opposed to sugar plums!). I’m sharing what I wrote below, in case you aren’t a subscriber to my newsletter. If you wish to be, I give away a different book each month, one that I’ve read and enjoyed, if you’d like a chance to enter and win. You can subscribe here.
On Saturday I shopped local at one of my favorite shops in Elkhart Lake – Two Fish Gallery, with fine art and craft and most recently added, Fair Trade. I just needed to finish up a little Christmas shopping.
It never fails when I shop Two Fish that I find something for myself. But one certainly deserves a little Christmas gift for oneself, right? When I spotted this colorful donkey with the perky pink ears, well, I giggled out loud and I just knew she had to go home with me. I was smitten on the spot! She was made in Peru under the Fair Trade Act, which is something I feel good about supporting, along with small local businesses.
And that makes four donkey totems I now have residing in my Zen writing cottage. Donkeys and Dachshunds are starting to really take over this place! But I’m totally happy with that.
So without further ado — the reason for my donkey excitement of late– read on…
Donkeys Dancing in My Head
I am just busting at the seams in anticipation of a dream that is coming true!
How long I’ve had this dream? Well, quite honestly, it feels like forever.
I thought it would never come true. But yet, I held onto hope that somehow, someway it could happen.
That’s the thing with dreams. You may envision it one way, but being open to unexpected ways in which it can come true, just might prove to be better.
I believe my dream originally began when I first started reading some of Jon Katz’s books about life on Bedlam Farm of which he had a donkey named Carol.
He then acquired Lulu and Fanny. Several years later he would rescue Simon, a donkey that could barley walk, and when he did, was in much pain due to the cramped conditions he lived in.
For a time being, I was also friends with a woman who had four miniature donkeys. Many groups of special needs adults and children visited the donkeys. I was able to witness the magical and heart warming connection one sunny afternoon, writing a story about it for our local paper.
My love of donkeys has just continued to expand. Whenever I get a chance to see one, I have to contain myself because I just want to squeal out loud. Well, truth be told, I usually do squeal!
As much as I’d love to have donkeys of my own, it just isn’t feasible. We’d have to have the land to do so and of course, there is the cost.
But I never gave up hope.
I’ve known Rachel (who I’m teaching an upcoming workshop with) for a quite a few years.
Two years ago she established LaValley Sanctuary, which takes in geriatric and special needs equine. The location of her sanctuary? Only five minutes from my home!
While Rachel currently has four horses, she also wants to bring donkeys to the sanctuary. The challenge? Funds to build the shelter they require.
But along came someone who wanted to help financially and offered the funds for the lean-to to be built. Thank you, special lady for supporting this dream!
Now it’s just a matter of time. Rachel’s significant other, Jeremy, is a carpenter who has provided the skill and labor for the sanctuary’s current buildings.
So this spring, the lean-to will be built for the donkeys! And the fences will be put up. And guess who has already been solicited to help? How did you guess?!
It’s true! I’m going to be a ranch hand and help with installing the fencing for the donkeys before they arrive.
Dreaming of donkeys all these years and wishing to be involved with them in some shape or form is finally coming true.
Perhaps not in a way I could have ever guessed, but it sure does feel right.
So you never know how a dream can come true! And so this holiday season instead of sugar plums dancing in my head, well, yes… yes, indeed…donkeys are dancing (and prancing) in my head!
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