With age comes wisdom (so they say..)
About five years ago, I stumbled upon my first Levitating Lambs, which made me so enthusiastic, that I spontaneously produced a blog about it. I wrote about the lambs, climbing the mother sheep, about the huge lamb stack they built, up to 7 lambs high!. And how they levitated in the air. Although this phenomenon in itself was obviously very remarkable, I dismissed it as ‘just a game, played by the rules of lamb-logics.
How naive was i. And how differently would I have watched this, knowing what I know now…. A few weeks ago, I could finally witness another Levitating Lambs show and suddenly .... I saw the light! Climbing the mother wasn’t just a game. That was a run up, to get ahead. Those crazy lamb jumps, which I had interpreted pure expressions of Springy springtime joy, were serious exercises in the Art of Floating. The floating wasn’t a goal in itself, but a means to ... something higher. Not only in literal but also in a figurative sense.
With their lamb leaps, these sheep-to-be tried to jump the dance of daily drowsiness. Would there be a scarier image for a lamb than the idea of ending up being a completely interchangeable gray bulb of wool on legs? To transform from springy spring buds to dirty, greasy winter sweater ... Isn’t that's the worst nightmare of every enthusiastic little filly...?! To slowly but surely loose their free spirits and to turn into a woolly zombie that follows another, just because that’s what sheep do?
So these lambs jumped for their lives. Jumped to stay above ground. To Escape the stranglehold of rutting. To stay above the net-squared field. In order not to land and come to the conclusion that you have worn your life like a brainless lawnmower. No, not these frisky little animals. No woolly waists for them! Authenticity above all. They would remain the transformation into a fake goat.
And so it happened that on a beautiful spring evening, I witnessed a group of determined animals that fired the flock and jumped its way to lighting and so my day ended with a golden edge ....