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Cows and Christmas and Carrying Forwards

 This is one of the many views I get to see whenever I am at work…


This was taken on Monday afternoon, descending from the site of an old motte and bailey fort during our afternoon walk. I think the cows must have known torrential rain was on the way as they were all settling down on their chosen patch of grass to keep it dry. Sensible creatures. We often meet cows on our walks. Some of our team are a little anxious about walking amongst the cows. ‘I’ll walk next to you, Denise,’ they’ll say, placing me firmly ‘twixt them and the herd. Quite how they think I’m going to be able to save them from a cow, especially one on a mission, I do not know. Luckily, the cows are placidly curious creatures and we know to give them a wide berth when they have their calves with them. Still, if I should ever disappear from the ether…well, you’ll know it’s likely that I met my end heroically saving someone from being bovine- crushed…

Two days later and the weather is shot to pieces. Rain, rain, more rain. Bit of sun this morning, enough to form a rainbow, then more rain. I ventured forth to execute a dawn raid on B & M to stock up on bird food and a few other bits and bobs. Wednesday morning 8 o’clock is EXCELLENT shopping time. Firstly, the shelves are usually well-stocked, secondly there is no one else in the shop and thirdly, well, there is no thirdly, save for perhaps the roads being on the empty side and therefore very few vehicles coming near MY new car! 

Disappointingly, B & M appears to believe it is Christmas next week. Shelves of Christmas tat jostling for position with the Halloween tat. I expect as soon as the Halloween tat has gone, it will be replaced with Easter tat. I’m glad I don’t go shopping very often these days. The Yuletide assault on my eyes this morning was nauseating. 

For the last three weeks I’ve been enjoying and revelling in a series of evening webinars called, ‘The Secrets of Spiritual Health and Happiness.’ It’s the last one tomorrow, and I shall miss them because they have been very thought provoking, challenging, reassuring and reflective. Once I’ve completed the course I am able to access a weekly meditation practice, which is good. I am also eligible to apply to do the Diploma course. The next one starts in October and I’ve been ruminating applying, but for various reasons and after some gentle guidance from my spirit companions, I’ve decided to defer application until the next intake. Something is telling me that I need the next three or four months to embed some other ideas, to sort out my pile of plans and set off on the next part of my Life journey. Chucking in another learning experience will send me into an unnecessary tizz. 

But the course has thrown up new interests in shamanism, in living through the seasons according to Nature’s Wheel, herbalism and making a proper return to being fully vegetarian erring almost to veganism. I shan’t ever be fully vegan because I love eggs and butter too much, but after a year away from vegetarianism by eating fish, I’m going to ease my way back from whence I came. 

The idea of a new website is manifesting itself again. Bits of ideas are gathering in a notebook. It feels like it will be tying in with an emerging business. I don’t know, really, I’m just going with the current vibes. I feel I’m moving into Part Three of Life. Part 1 was farming and family, Part 2 was teaching and Part 3 is, well…let’s wait and see, eh? Body, then Mind, and now Spirit. It’s all connecting rather nicely. 

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