Who are focused on the barn door, because that’s where the hay is and they are hungry in the morning. Sheep are focused, like all animals, very much on food, and the way it moves around. They seem ready for winter, and we have begun giving them grain.
 Sunday will be a quiet day for me. Photos, a trip, I hope to Kinney Road, my favorite place to take photos, and some blogging and some solitude.
  Thomas Merton, who knows a thing or two about solitude, wrote that solitude means being lonely not in a way that pleases you but in a way that frightens and empties you to the extend that it means being exiled even from yourself.
  This is, I feel, necessary to be comfortable with yourself, and with other people. So Sunday will be a day of much solitude for me, a chance to be exiled from myself, and emptied. Unlike Merton, I will blog about solitude. I suspect he would have loved a blog. I found loneliness can be sweet, and almost always productive. So can connection. I am looking forward to today. I will walk far out into the woods (it is hunting season up here, so walks in the woods are often punctuated by not-too-distant gunfire).