What is a Broody Hen? Interestingly enough, my husband is the one who suggested this as my blog title.
According to Dictionary.com, to brood = to sit upon (eggs) to hatch, as a bird; incubate or worry persistently or moodily about; ponder.
We have a broody hen. She started to brood, even without fertilized eggs. Maggie sat on the nest for hours and we would have to remove her with a broom, to collect our daily egg allotment. She was mean, and would peck anyone who came near. Our neighbors also have a small backyard flock, including a rooster. Three fertilized eggs were given to our Maggie and instinct set in. She sat and sat for weeks. During the heat of the day she felt the freedom to emerge from the coop and engage in a dust bath, free range eating and some socializing with the others. Two of the three eggs hatched and out popped two black little chicks. Poor Maggie was torn…the chicks would jump out of the nesting box, while she was still trying to incubate the late-to-hatch egg. One afternoon I found her sitting on one chick in the middle of the floor, while the other chick was running around, and the egg was still in the nest. Poor thing…I know what it’s like to feel so frazzled.
My ideas are my clutch of eggs. I sit, ruminate, incubate on these ideas. Some I hold very close and some just pop out of my mouth to my deep chagrin. I fear the vulnerability of bearing these ideas to others, since they often are not fully formed, perfect or ready for the big world. This blog is hopefully my place to release these ideas, to let them grow wings and advance into the universe. I am not alone, these eggs are hardly new, but often times, the culture in which I live may or may not support these notions.
I lose sleep…my brain is rarely inactive…I read constantly, blogs and books, to learn, to navigate these new pathways, to grow courage, to see God at work in the lives, hearts and minds of others. I love watching my processes merge into those of others. I recognize the sweet relief of grace through this discovery, and in my thoughts. I realize the beauty of the heart of God for his precious children, regardless of our doing…it’s just in our being. So good!