This morning, when I woke up, went outside and saw Maria’s sheep running through the barnyard, I felt as if I were swimming in the flow of good. Blame keeps the Sad Game going, wrote Hafiz, and it steals all of your wealth. So does fear.

I felt myself in the flow of good, instead. Basking in my riches. I feel my life moving forward.

– I feel the farm is going to be sold shortly, to a good person who will use it for good. I am no

fortune teller, but that is what I feel.

– I am eager to love our new farm with Maria, to take care of it, shine it up, honor Florence’s life there, give Rocky some good times, bring all of our animals there.

– I am thinking of the new kinds of photos I will take. The animals. More people. More life.

– The new books I will write. Paper books. E-books. Short stories and animal stories.

– I am excited about my new video camera, my return to video.

– I am grateful for Maria every hour of every day. Everywhere she is, the sun shines for me, the flow of good is rich and strong.

I am done with the Sad Game. With the Blame Game. With the Fear Game. With the Argument Game.

– I am so grateful for the wonderful animals we have assembled here. Simon and Lulu and Fanny. Frieda and Lenore, and the amazing Big Red Dog. Tess the sheep, the first one I really like. Strut and the hens, all part of the river of good, all in the flow. I am grateful to be alive. I love the friends coming into my life, and am opening up to them.

To those who cling to the idea of the world as a scary and dangerous and mean-spirited place, filled with demons and the arguments of ideologues and politicians, I commend you to Hafiz:

The Sad Game

“Blame

Keeps the sad game going.

It keeps stealing all your wealth –

Giving it to an imbecile with

No financial skills.

Dear one,

Wise

Up.”