I have been sharing my "quite cow time" with Dakini, who insists on coming and spends much time running through the grasses, pretending to shoot arrows and other fantasies, picking the last blackberries and startling the faerys- it true they told me so.
The paddock and its inhabitants have been manifesting the right scenarios, for chunky talks and lessons learnt lately.
We walk and many things come up; she asked me the other day, who birthed the first human, who was her mother…
We have talked about bullying, relating our experience to possible interactions in the future, as this sort of behaviour is done to us often now, by our dear Thermos the Bull... as we walk on down towards the cow bails, he comes hurtling behind, pulling up, just inches from our bodies- we have discovered how to stand our ground, Dakini is learning to have courage.
She found an old pocketknife in a log the other day, I let her keep it, and I trust her to know the limits with such things.
The bustle of cow milking activity seams to have become more clear to her, the balance of friendliness and strength one needs around these large sweet, but occasionally unpredictable beings is making it self clear in her movements and awareness…
As above so below... in this case what is learnt in the paddock can be applied in the larger world. If you know what I mean.