You will not want to consult the lambs—no one truly does—but the opportunity cannot be resisted if given.
So if the sun is right and they are waiting for you, ears alert and listening, you will enter their field under many small watchful gazes.
You will lean close to a single lamb and tell it your troubles.
And in return it will give you the truths that you do not want to hear.
That you are better off without her.
That it is not yet over.
That what is holding you back is yourself.
That you can only wait.
Then you will pet the lamb who has given you this burden and you will notice the softness of its fleece beneath your fingers.
And things won’t seem so bad.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.