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This fellow was definitely the most regal and superb of the herd. And many thanks to reader Emily Jane for confirming that they are as I had expected – curious and (mostly) friendly. I’ve only ever encountered them as rodeo bulls, and in that role, they are rank! I love them anyway.
Guanacaste Province, Costa Rica.
Quote of the day: “Give a bull grass, sweet water and a willing heifer and he is happy. But a man is never content. If no gadflies of worry exist he will invent them.” — Alison Fell
Walking through the empty fountain in the plaza
The howls of coyotes at night
The first green of spring
This couple was as interested in us as we were in them. They approached cautiously and got as close to us as they could, considering we were separated by a fence. Which was probably for the best.
Guanacaste, Costa Rica.
Quote of the Day: ““To my mind, the only possible pet is a cow. Cows love you. They will listen to your problems and never ask a thing in return. They will be your friends forever.” — Bill Bryson
Snow-capped mountains on sunny days
Advice from my beloved MKL – if only I’d take it
Postcards in protest
Seeing pictures of Seattle and knowing Kelsea is somewhere beyond the hills
The roads in Guanacaste are seemingly all red dirt, with steep hills…the kind of hills that, when you get to the top, you have no idea what’s going to be on the downhill. Sort of like what I’d imagine a roller coaster is like, never having been on one. They are lovely and dusty, endless and adventuresome. My favorite kind of road. The sea would creep into view from time to time, just to let us know it was close by, and the landscape alternated between sugar cane crops, savannah grasslands, and grazing fields edged by large hills. We had to take it fairly slow because of the hills and limited visibility. We never knew if we were going to encounter people, dogs, iguanas, stopped vehicles, small rivers, or roadblocks like this lovely shadow-splattered lady. She wasn’t the slightest bit startled by us, and just took her time strolling across the road, after giving us a level stare.
Guanacaste Province, Costa Rica.
Quote of the day: “A painting is more than the sum of its parts,’ he would tell me, and then go on to explain how the cow by itself is just a cow, and the meadow by itself is just grass and flowers, and the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light, but put them all together and you’ve got magic.” — Wendelin Van Draanen
Feeling better (but trying not to start running at 1000%)
A talk with Kelsea and Rachel
Sleeping with the windows open
Having the ability to travel
Cows seem to come in fifty shades of brown, or at least that’s how it appeared on this particular driving day. I do love cows, but as you may have gathered, I love all animals. In my shamanic work, I don’t have just one spirit animal, I have an entire menagerie, as confirmed by other shamans with whom I’ve worked. This posse has helped me in my ability to help animals, to do some healing, to figure out what’s wrong with them. It’s a small gift, but a precious one. That level of empathy for animals makes it impossible to see news stories on animal cruelty, and any time an animal is introduced in a film or a book, I have a faint frisson of dread at the prospect of its fate. It also makes me think long and hard about my current carnivorous habits, but I’m not ready to flip that switch (again) yet. I do MOO at cows as a courtesy when passing, and have been known to pause in my travels to serenade them.
Quote of the day: “Cease, cows, life is short.” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Loving someone enough to miss them so much
Mr. Man starting to think inside the box again
My little town is an art town. We have sculptures lining our Main Street, and a program called Alley Art, in which you can have a mural painted on your alley-facing garage door. Murals are also found on the sides of buildings “downtown”, and I’ve had all good intentions of going on a few walkabouts at different times of day to capture images to share here. But we start where we start, don’t we? This is the first piece of art one sees as one heads into town coming South on the highway. It’s next to a bike path – and to WalMart, but we’ll forgive these two cheerful metal cows for that.
Quote of the day: “We all have bovine instincts deep within us.” — Anonymous
Knowing I can sleep in a little bit tomorrow
A single leaf waving like a little hand
New blog friends (and of course, long-standing ones)
The dilly of a thunderstorm we’re having right now (though Mr. Man doesn’t like it one bit)
We had to turn around to go back to take a picture of this sign. MKL didn’t believe me when I told him what I had seen. I guess that’s common with UFOs.
At an intersection of two roads in northern New Mexico.
Quote of the day: “Keep calm and don’t forget the whipped cream” — Quinn Loftis
The gorgeous green in our lovely State right now
A surprise drop-in by Kelsea
That my cooking is improving
Iced green tea especially on hot days
Josh the Barista
Please say a prayer tonight for young Dylan Redwine, missing since November, whose body was found by searchers this week. May his soul fly free.
While this wasn’t taken here, I am increasingly confident every day that spring — nay, summer! — is here. The same blue sky, the same green grass, the same black cows, the same white sheep.
Port Enyon, Wales.
Quote of the day: “A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home.” — Herman Hesse
Driving one of the BMWs
Photo title: A Bovine With Heart
Anegada, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: “The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one’s relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident.” — Sir Hugh Walpoe
Trying to start over
Late summer walks