It is time to close the chapter of this story.
The hen, despite her best efforts is left a spinster old hen. Dry. Barren and listless.
It is time to move on to a new story.
It is time to start telling a new story from a new perspective.
The hen needs to rest now and the new chick needs to amuse herself amongst the ashes and the ruins of the life in the henhouse while we all wait to move on to the new house. The cottage...
So, please follow the chick...she is clucking along, trying to reword a life story that seems to have led to this serious state of disappointment, sadness, lonliness and somehow, a brief little element of hope.
I think I am a savenger. Chicks often are aren't we. Scratching for little bits of seed and grass, and little bits of life. To feed my soul, I am going to scratch and search for the small bits that hopefully will add up to some big bits in the end.
My hopes for a baby are over.
My hopes for a happy marriage are dashed.
My hopes for love are ...well...they are still worth seeking out. Those little bits.
My hopes for home are ever present and this is why, to make the next 12 months worth it all, I need to move to the cottage and leave the henhouse behind for now and forever.
So, this is the last hen post. Welcome to the chick...maybe by going back we can grow on forward.
Chick says this...visit us at
www.bluebellecottage.blogspot.com
This is where the new story begins and the new chick life starts. Come visit!
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