It is three o’clock in the afternoon and heavy, dark clouds are blowing in from the eastern shore. I’m watching the cows in the pasture out my studio window and I see them slowly meander back down the hill toward the shelter of the trees and the barn. Every morning I watch the cows go up the hill and then in the afternoon they mosey back. The egrets hop along in the long grass with them, or some hitch a ride on the back of the cows. It is all a very pastoral scene. I think how much richer my life is for these cows. Their daily routine has me pondering my own routines and how I’m constantly putting myself out there and then coming back to my place of security. What routines do you have, if any? What have you done recently to put yourself out there? What is your place of safety and comfort?
It is spring a time of renewal, what will you be doing to renew yourself?
Whatever it is, enjoy and read some poetry.