Last night, I dreamed of the cows' demise. I heard the lilting voices a-callin' and I saw the cows a-runnin' for the fence on the other side of the field. Odd thing though, the couple was calling "Suuuuueeeeeey" and they were dressed in Amish splendor. With big shiny knives and perfectly pressed Sunday best. The little bit of Oregon sun reflecting off the black bonnet and shiny suspender buckles.
I'm reassured thinking they're treating this event like a worship service. Worthy of looking and acting one's best. Under the careful watch of a benevolent, mirthful, God. One who loves these bovine creations as much as any other being on this planet. Perhaps even more, should S/he be a connoisseur of grass-grazed-apple-treated-ethically-transitioned pot roast ♥
I'll be sure and feed my neighbors their apples with extra love today, reminded again how short this life is. And all there is to be grateful for.
I'm reassured thinking they're treating this event like a worship service. Worthy of looking and acting one's best. Under the careful watch of a benevolent, mirthful, God. One who loves these bovine creations as much as any other being on this planet. Perhaps even more, should S/he be a connoisseur of grass-grazed-apple-treated-ethically-transitioned pot roast ♥
I'll be sure and feed my neighbors their apples with extra love today, reminded again how short this life is. And all there is to be grateful for.
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