In and among this season of brilliant color - I'm still seeking out a quieter gentleness. A longer day. A slower pace. A solid ground to carry me.
I wonder if they know how lucky they are to greet each morning's sun. I wonder if they know that their season will soon be ending....that the grass that sustains them will be buried in frost and cold snow. I wonder what secrets they might share if we'd stop to listen. I wonder if they know more than we give them credit for. I wonder what lesssons they might teach us.
It's such a gift - this one of presence. Do any of us know how truly precious it is? I wonder about that too.
In that first slow deep breath....my heart slows. Time rests. There's new found space in my mind - a cleansing and a clearing.
In that moment - I'm thankful for the cows...for the light....for the day. For this one precious gift of life that we're all given.