14
may
Yester,we purchased a young heifer.As she walked off the trailer,full of Life
and curiosity for a new home,my first thought was "how sweet".She is
of a gangly build,as all teens tend,marked white over black,and as my wife and I
noticed later,a perfect white heart blazed across her queenly brow.(gosh I'm
starting to sound like a romance novel).
A number of years ago,my Adore-able (love those dashes) made several decisions
concerning our diet.We decided not to eat foods processed by others,as much as
possible and to endeavor to preserve and eat our own produce.These concerns were
mostly built from issues with chems in general,gmo monster fear,and our personal
growth towards a relation-ship with our Blue Mother.
Thinking along these lines naturally lead to thoughts about our omnivore nature.
I went to sleep one night years ago setting the Intention (love those caps,too)
that I might better understand how a meat eater could reconsile his heart with
the act itself.
I
dreamt of be-ing in a stockyard,caged with thousands of scared others.I followed
one up the ramp to the Killing Floor,and witnessed the hammer strike,and the
consequent gutting and skinning.As this soul's head was tossed aside,her eyes
Loving-ly came to rest on my gaze,and she said "I give away".
Over the years, I have come to understand this to mean that all things
"give away",and after I pass,I will also "give away".I think
I'm about to learn more about it,though.
Isn't this a Truely Wonder-filled world,where our learning and understanding
never,ever has to stop?A world full to the brim and even overflowing with
built-in-lessons for the seekers among us?
Anyway,to make a short story long,our partener in this grow your own beef
venture was telling his wife not to name the heifer any endearing names,maybe
pick a name such as Rib-eye or a simular ilk.At first blush,this seemed good
advise,but later after deciding I would call her "Cutlet",I had
misgivings.In my Heart of Hearts,and I think we have many Hearts,I saw that to
treat her right-ly and with respect towards all she was going to give-away,meant
that she needed to take her place as a be-ing at least as worthy of Life and a
Path and of Growth as I insist on for me.
As I sit writing this and looking out my window at the Pure White Heart on her
forhead,I feel my heart on my sleeve.I realise a blade of grass is equal to all
those things Man/Woman-kind hold so highly up proclaiming our mastery of all
things.
A blade of grass gives away towards a cow,a cow gives away towards me,and I will
most definatly in my own Time give away back towards a blade of grass.The
perfection of my Blue Mother.
With Love,Bob
One
day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming
that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd
gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a
mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful
heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more
loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the
crowd and said, "Why
your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man
looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars,
it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but
they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in
some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The
people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?
The young man looked at the old man's heart and
saw its state and
laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with
mine, mine
is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes," said
the old man,
"yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every
scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece
of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their
heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces
aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind
me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away,
and the other person
hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges --
giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay
open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope
someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see
what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running
down his cheeks. He
walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful
heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling
hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a
piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young
man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The
young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than
ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and
walked away side by side.
My heart goes out to lez today with having to put her pet to rest yesterday, and
to unicorn dreams who lost her husband this past week with a heart attack.
There seems to be lately many reasons for us to pause and take a second glance
at what lies around each of us. I have been working on wrapping up details
for now of the show to be done in September and find that most are in unison
with what I wish to accomplish through their efforts.
I find that those I have talked to, are enlarging their parts and adding
features to it that I know will work. It is the first time that I truly
feel that again this show will affect many and yet get across to each person
that attends the fact that kindness and love have to be a part of their lives in
order to find some sense of peace within. As it nears the date in
September it will bring out the best in most and the worst in others, but
nothing is without reason or rhyme. I will go into super mode again and
give it all I can with assurance for each person to do the best they can, and
eventually when the lights go off that night, I will sit as a person who is so
very thankful to be alive and creating.
Summer is slowly moving in to Colorado and the birds sing each day. The
tree is filling its branches with leaves, and my roses are deepening in colour
to show their flowers soon.
The world is trying to heal the severed bonds from war, and the terrorists await
orders.
While you and I sit and ponder and wonder what might be beneficial next.
And life goes on and my roses will bloom and fill the air with beauty.
Have a great day all, and know I send my love.
Sincerely,
Peggy