This Year's Baby Lamb
Was I saved by lambs? In the spring of 2002 on a train from Dublin to Ireland’s western coast was I not saved by the life-affirming vision of field upon field of bouncing baby lambs, literally gamboling about in their vast green pastures? Was it not truly impossible to maintain a sullen and somber view of the world when this same world contained such pure and playful expressions of joy? During three hours of train travel, through the rain, the sun, under the rainbows and clouds, in countless bright green stretches of grazing grounds and farms, literally thousands of new lambs incarnated the simple and pure joy of life itself. Tiny reminders, murmurs from the deep and distant cradle of creation, the pure “wow” that should accompany our every waking moment, every drawn breath.
I have made it a ritual to hug a baby lamb every year since. A selection can be found here.