I call it morning services at Bedlam Farm, our Church, our daily sacrament and prayer. We take the animals out into the back pasture, sit and meditate and talk before getting to work. Sometimes we walk off along, sometimes we take photos or videos, sometimes we just sit and talk and give thanks for what we have.

We each conclude with our silent prayers to our own Gods. Our Gods are mostly private, I don’t know hers and she doesn’t know mine. Sometimes I don’t know mine myself.