@ghandigirl:
"I also used to wish to see myself and love myself as my dog did/does. His presence in the movement of his collar and harness reminds me again that I am as lovable and as worthy of love as he showed me."
Such a moving and even profound post. It strengthens and reaffirms my vision of you as always being this already knowing as always were, are, and will be this original version of intuitive knowing spirit as your true nature.
You are a beautiful woman, inside and out.
If only all beings could love themselves as they love and cherish their most beloved pet, it would truly and fully open their hearts to loving all beings and our pain and suffering, illness and disease and yes-even the concept of death and dying would transform.
Brava!
I had an experience last Tuesday morning that I want to share. It involves cows.
I was driving home from work at about 8:30 am, through orange grove and ranch country in rural Florida. I came upon a pasture with probably 200 cows. My experience of cows is that they generally have their heads down, grazing in a relaxed fashion. But every one of these cows was standing stock still, all facing south, with their heads held high and they were looking straight ahead. It looked like an army standing at attention.
I looked to the other side of the road into an empty pasture. There was nothing there for them to be looking at. My first thought was, “Something is coming.” And “I wonder if they are seeing angels.”
The cows didn’t look afraid. They looked like they were hearing or seeing something that I couldn’t.
This was Tuesday, then Wednesday happened. As I thought about this, I saw it as a harbinger that something was coming. I told my husband and he said, “Oh, they probably knew their farmer was coming around.”
Does anybody know cow behavior? Am I nuts?
I used to live in a house on a farm that had about 50 cows behind in a pasture. When we approached on foot, they'd all look up because they thought we were going to feed them. If we called, "Ka-boss!" which was cow for "Come bossy," they'd all come running towards us. My point is that they were highly attentive to thoughts of being fed. Not much else concerned them as long as they had their calves near by and the location was free of predators which it was.
My thought about your experience was that you were intuitively detecting that something big was approaching in our Collective, i.e., the attack on the Capitol. Trumpers were already traveling across the country to DC, flooding into the city for their big assault. So you were feeling something inwardly, and the site of the attentive cows, cued you to what was happening in the collective. Also, the ensuing explosive global reaction to what happened was something you could have been picking up in advance. You are an empathic, intuitive, sensitive, and a healer.
@jeanne-mayell thank you. You are so kind. You make it easy to trust and be vulnerable here.
@lowtide. Re-reading what I posted, rest assured that I didn't mean to minimize the presence of angels in your interpretation of what you saw. I also have felt them everywhere these days and all during the Capitol riot. And it sounds like you too were sensing them. But I was responding to your cow question. Also, I do feel that the animals on this planet are sensitive to human uproar.
Not cows for me, but crows. We live in the Carolina Piedmont -- leave our front door and turn right, and you are on the path to Carrboro, where BLM flags fly on city hall; turn right, and you are on the path to Graham, where ministers get pepper sprayed for leading a march to the polls.
Anyway, we bought our farm a year and a half ago, and have been trying to attract crows the whole time -- they are incredibly intelligent, sociable creatures, and you can't really have a bond with your land in a place like this if you don't bond with the birds.
The previous owners' political leanings as well as their attitudes about nature are probably best summed up by the fact that we have been picking up beer cans and shotgun shells ever since we moved in.
Wednesday, the crows started circling. Today, they are sitting in the trees by our pond.
This video going viral is like a penny from heaven. Not the harsh words a white male DC resident shouted at the rioters, but how his words affected a black woman passing by in her car. Moments like these tell so much more of our American story.
https://www.abajournal.com/news/article/angry-biglaw-lawyer-goes-viral-as-guyonporch-during-riot
@jeanne-mayell, I am attaching the Washington Post article about the video. Since some of you may not be able to access the WP article, this is basically what it said. The exhausted driver, Shawntia Humphries was returning home from work when a Trump mob walked past her car. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw that a white man, Tracey, was shouting exactly what she was thinking. By the time she arrived home Humphries was crying, moved by his words. She’d been at the BLM protests in DC during the summer and remembered being met with rows of police in battle rattle and riot shields. Humphries’ friends contacted her after seeing the video, underscoring the power of the exchange and the importance of another’s empathy. She wanted to thank Tracey personally, so she bought him a bottle of wine, drove back to his house, and knocked on his front door. He greeted Humphries warmly, they took selfies, and then talked for almost two hours.
Nature are probably best summed up by the fact that we have been picking up beer cans and shotgun shells ever since we moved in.
Wednesday, the crows started circling. Today, they are sitting in the trees by our pond.
I relate on two levels: First-- some symbol interpretation guides interpret crows as negative, some as positive. I guess it depends on context. Personally, I think they are cool and I appreciate the intelligence I see in their eyes. We see quite a few of them on our semi-feral half-acre downtown lot. They like to hang out on the top of a magnolia tree and fuss at the hawks and owls. And cats.
Second, the city where I live is a college town and I live in its bluest heart. Yet, just a short drive away is rural Trumpland-- and we own some property out there. I know EXACTLY what you mean by picking up beer cans etc. We picked up innumerable cans and cigarette butts. I can feel empathy for the former owners (knowing a bit about them) but it's still frustrates me that they could be such slobs. Highest self vs. mundane lower self: it's always a conflict.
Nature are probably best summed up by the fact that we have been picking up beer cans and shotgun shells ever since we moved in.
Wednesday, the crows started circling. Today, they are sitting in the trees by our pond.
I can feel empathy for the former owners (knowing a bit about them) but it's still frustrates me that they could be such slobs. Highest self vs. mundane lower self: it's always a conflict.
Restoring this old place has been an eye-opener in what I think of as "forensic spirituality" -- there have been several layers of changing personas with each passing generation.
We moved from a part of Texas where the "historic neighborhood" moniker was slapped on a 1950s track development, and now there are Colonial era estates just a few miles away.
Some loving care went into several agricultural arrangements on this plot, but one of our neighbors (in his 90s) told us about how his own parents had rushed to help out when the some of the previous tenants had to contain a fire from the still they had foolishly put in the barn (every self-respecting hillbilly knows they belong out in the woods, not a closed-in building).
Stripping away the "yuck" and revealing the historical and natural beauty seems like a microcosm of what we need to do as a society.