Upon reaching my destination, I was greeted by loyal four-legged friends: they are guardians. They warn of predators lurking in the hills. These dogs take their jobs very seriously. So, when one of them (bigger than myself) flops down in front of me for a belly rub, I can't help but laugh. Sometimes, I get to visit the goats. There were little new-born goats today (twins!), only hours old. I had the honour of being one of the first humans to touch their tiny little heads. I was in awe of their wobbly long legs, floppy ears, pretty brown, black, and white markings, and their precious cries for mama.
I love going to this place. It is there that healing first began for me. The view is breath-taking, the peace tangible. You can see the tiny town from it's vantage point, and troubles suddenly diminish, too.
As I came back down, I passed the trees with bottles again. Then I knew. On this day, those bottles held inspiration. Without ever even touching them, a thirst had been quenched.
