Animal Farm

It was late Sunday morning. Jed headed out the door to feed the neighbor's dogs (we live in the loft apartment above the neighbor's barn). As he was about to pull the door closed behind him, he proudly said that I should watch because he had trained the three dogs to come running for their food. I almost stayed put on the couch reading my book. But I've learned that sometimes you have to do things to humor your spouse, so I got up and walked to the door just as Jed reached the bottom of the stairs leading off our balcony. He crossed the driveway and started to whistle sharply as he reached the barbed-wire fence. After repeating the whistle a couple of times, I saw the two dark gray dogs come bounding across the horses pasture. I sure was proud of my farmer husband. But then I noticed that right behind the two dogs was a very large brown cow running full speed toward Jed as well. What a sight! A moment later, Cloud, the white dog, appeared on the horizon, running. He made a beeline across the field, knowing that food was at the other side. Not to be left out, a herd of 10-12 goats came running in right behind Cloud. Watching the scene unfold below, I couldn't help laughing. I don't think Jed even knew that he had trained ALL of the farm animals.

Bobby

When I passed through the front yard and into the back I saw Bobby in the barn harnessed ready to work. He’s big. He weighs 2400 pounds. His body seemed to fill up the entire barn. His neck is thick as an oak tree, his body is as wide as a rhino’s, and his hooves weigh as much as anvils. Being around him feels more like being around an elephant than a horse. And all of that mass turns into heavy draft power when he works in harness.
So we unhook him from the tie-off rope and clip him into the farm implement called the disc. The farmer sits on a seat above the discs while the horse pulls both farmer and implement down the furrows. The discs are positioned in such a way that when Bobby pulls the discs cut into the earth leaving a loose bed of soil behind. Klaus, my mentor in horse driving, lets me ride the disc so I can feel how bumpy it is but he keeps a hold of the reins and drives Bobby on foot. Bobby not only pulls me and the disc but he also has a tremendous amount of drag created from the discs continually cutting into the soil. We go up hills, down hills, and through the garden beds and he does it with little noticeable effort. The work seemed easy to him. When we finish we unharness Bobby and let him out to pasture. Bobby and I became friends that day.
Bobby dies three days later.
Klaus told me over the phone that he died from colic. He did everything he could to nurse him back to health but nothing worked. His death didn’t make sense to me. An animal so massive seemed like it shouldn’t just die from a gastrointestinal problem, a blockage of some sort. As far as I was concerned he would have to eat a car tire in order to even begin being concerned about blockage. But I guess he too had an Achilles heel. Not even Bobby, a monster of an animal, could beat death.
Klaus told me a couple of days later that the loss of Bobby wasn’t like loosing a tractor. “When a tractor breaks down you might be frustrated that you just lost time and money but you lose something more when you lose a work horse. Bobby was my friend and work companion. His loss hurts.”
I guess with my desire to get away from everything mechanical and work more with the living world subjects me to the hard human experiences of losing a friend and having to make sense of death even when it seemed so distant.

Zion

This summer, Jed and I spent 3 days at Zion National Park with my family. The green shrubbery contrasted against the red and white sandstone cliffs was breathtaking. Layers of history written in those walls. The Creation does not get much better than the narrow canyons of the Southwest that inspire reverence.

The name Zion was given to the canyon carved by the Virgin River in southern Utah. The first white settlers of the LDS faith (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) gave the name because it represents a place of perfect unity and beauty, a place to find safety and inspiration.

Zion is defined in sacred readings as “the pure in heart” and as becoming of “one heart, one mind.” The Bible mentions a place of worship and reverence (i.e. temple) built on Mount Zion. Zion was seen in the early Mormon days (and even now) as building the kingdom of God here upon the earth. Only it was talked of in a much more literal/physical sense in the early days. Nowadays, the interpretation of building Zion in the LDS church seems to be more about building community with the vision of becoming one and lifting each other up.

These various meanings may all sound somewhat disconnected. But I see a very real tie between where one’s heart is and the quality of relationships within your community. A handful of times I have felt the sense of real community in my life—where I knew I was accepted and loved, not just in spite of my sometimes awkward social skills or not-so-funny sense of humor, but because I am human. Embracing those that are similar as well as those you don’t always relate to is part of this creating community or “building of Zion” for me. It’s where everyone is valued and seen as able to contribute. I have found this where I worked before, ANASAZI. And in a small community called Boulder. And with my family on many lazy days as we sat around talking and laughing. But it is more than just that acceptance.

Zion is a place where we who are part of that community invite each other to do better, to be better, as we individually seek for greater learning and understanding. We want to see each other succeed and don’t feel threatened by others' successes. In becoming “one” we share each other’s burdens and joys. I want my Zion to be in my home as I support my husband in his dreams and goals. And the same for when we have children. And I want it to spread to my neighbors (which include my in-laws). I want to feel this way with those I meet at church or at my work. But I want my community to also include the greater human family whenever possible. I want to care about the child in Ghana who doesn’t have enough for her school lunch fee.

This is Zion for me. And as I build Zion, I want to create a place of safety and peace, of growth and learning, where everyone can contribute and feels valued.