A "Moving on" Meditation

The horrid older hens have been trying to oust the broody one and if ever she gets off her cosy little nest, they get in there and lay their own eggs and trample around the whole area.  No idea why, but that's what they do.  Today, feeling for her plight, this meditating blogging tweeting grandmother moved every bit of stuff in the old shed and hauled the safe hen coop over and shifted the ginger broody, her nest and her babies into safety.  Oh how funny to feel so connected to the motherness of the broody hen!
For the bloggers own brood, much meditation on how love works and how to let love do its own thing.  We had 3 out of 6 of the brood here for supper before one flies back to Singapore and the others go back to their own houses and families and jobs.  This blogger is aware of the apparent loss of their physical persons but realises that if they did all come home, it wouldn't work beyond a few weeks before nature reasserted itself and forced everyone to fend for themselves, the mother and grandmother just wouldn't be able to cope so never mind how much she loves them, the only way she could keep them for herself would be to eat them!!!
Rev Alice of the recent blog leant on her pulpit and unravelled the curious saying of Jesus that to become a disciple would mean hating every other thing.  This is a bit of a mystery and about as unattractive as eating your own children in order to keep them with you. She said that she felt that it was just a way of exaggerating, which is the way Jews tell stories, but it was about the need to be within yourself and not to rely on the love of others.  This blogger paraphrases so as not to go on too long.  Of course every mother/child relationship is full of love but it has a limit in terms of time and to keep the love alive, you have to keep moving on and allowing everything to be itself and complete to itself, not to have things rely on you or you on them beyond the need to work with nature to feed the returning children and iron their shirts and wave them off and protect the broody hen from the other silly fowls.