of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseSome small creature was stirring; could it be a mouse?Should it be some vermin, my cat would sure pounceAnd with a small “mew,” her win, she’d announce. A long dog was sprawled out across the big couchWhile I couldn’t sleep, which made me a grouch.I wandered... Continue Reading →
A handful of times in April, WordPress notified me that this blog--"The Value of Donkey and Self" had been viewed by what looks to be several different people (although 1: I'm not tech savvy enough or have the attention span to understand the analytics provided to me in my WordPress account's dashboard and 2: I... Continue Reading →
It's a little after 6am: the best time of the day, methinks. "It's always darkest before dawn," they say, which is true because even the faintest of grays or blues have yet to outline the treetops. It's when they—the edges of things outside—start to glow that I'll go take care of the donkeys and ducks,... Continue Reading →
More rapid than eagles this year has flown byWith many days laughing, so we do not cry.The best we can do is peer up and aboveAnd lead with our hearts, to each other, with love. https://adonkumentary.com/2020/12/23/twas-the-night-before-donkmas-2/ What this season means may differ for youBut please know you're loved; this is quite true. - Jess &... Continue Reading →
It’s mid afternoon on a relieving fall day here in East Texas. These rare, low humidity days are celebration-worthy and all the critters on the farm agree—them with their zoomies all over the yard. It’s precious. I’d run around with them too, if I could. I’m out in the pasture with my donkeys, three. I... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 