Guineas

I recently ran across a reference to "guinea fowl," which brought to mind my rural southern upbringing on a small farm in the Piedmont of North Carolina.

My Grandfather Martin kept "Guineas" around. They had the run of the place, and I can remember his gathering their rather small eggs. Often, I would hear him calling them: He would simply call out "guinea. . .guinea . . . guinea"!

This is a slight memory, I guess, but I had neither thought about them nor seen any for thirty years or more.

By the way Erick Tolle says that anytime you start thinking or talking about "your life," you are already deluded, as there is only "now."

Then I start considering that we are all human, after all, and though memories may come. . .naturally to mind, we do not have to dwell on them. . .