All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times;
but to make them truly ours,
we must think them over again honestly,
till they take root in our personal experience.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Oh I just love this quote. It has always stuck with me, always waiting to pull out when I truly need to hear it.
This winter has certainly kept us all guessing. Saturday morning, we were greeted with yet another nice coat of snow, over top of the greenish grass. Our cows seem to take all of these unexpected changes in stride. We could all take a lesson from them I suppose, and try to just “Roll with the punches” as my Grandma used to say.
Two of our newest mother cows wander in a field of white, searching for that which they had partaken of yesterday. Today, and once again, those green bits are now hidden. No matter, those cows stand there to stare, and I believe to think. To wait, for winter to change her mind once again.
All this past week I have enjoyed watching the new mothers with their calves run and skip, as if it were spring and that it was going to last. No one has ever really told them that it was just another tease. Winter is far from over. After all it is only February.
My Hero went out to feed the cows this morning, leaving me in my chair, to sit and think. Always a good thing I believe. Winter at least this one, much like life can be a funny business. Twists, turns and lots of changes thrown at you over, and over. Continued guessing about what will be around the next corner. This constant change, now I have to admit has become exhausting. Most times I can, and have, handled these changes but sometimes you have to take some time to think, and not do.
The snow is coming down heavier now. It now looks like those cows are wasting their time looking for that green. They turn back to follow the sound of that tractor, knowing they have what they need. They seem to always know that they will have more of what they want and dream about, eventually.
This sit, think and not do thing, and after only an hour or so, has already proven to be a bit of a bore. I pull myself out of my chair and head down to pull on my coveralls and Pink Cadillac Boots. I slip out the door, to follow My Hero’s tracks in the snow. I find him standing in the barn with a smile on his face while he once again fiddles with something or other. He is content and those changes that seem to bother me, appear to “Roll of his back” easier than mine. I do believe he has been talking to those cows.
So. if anyone is looking for me. Please know this, I am taking a bit of time to just sit, wait and to think about life and hopefully learn. This will be done without a plan, any obligations and most of all without expectations. To take in with my eyes and my soul the beauty that surrounds, everyday no matter what.
So, my friends if you notice a girl standing out in the middle of a field of white, or possibly green and completely surrounded by her cows, listening intently. That may just be me.
I always knew that our cows had lessons to teach. This time I will listen. See you all soon.