Milling About and Mulling It Over

Milling about. Mulling things over. Not something I am known for. But fortunate me. I haven't far to go to find basic reverie. Fur lined logs. One size, does not fit all. Plodding about in myths of greener pastures. Happily unaware of the here...and, hereafter.  


Life of Cow

Sometimes, I stand and stare.  And, sometimes, I stand and wonder. “If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.”   James Herriot

Sullied by Contentment

Servitude is not the calling. To ask... would be to no avail. The pernicious pig, the muddied mare, the calamitous cow. Free of strings. And, monetary weights. Out to pasture by virtue of enlightenment. Green, gold... Only sullied by contentment.