It is also part of my current life. I come from the black and white of the knife, from the herds of
certainties, from the "with me/against me", from the rage of voracious tongues.
How tiring - I say this to my cows with the admiration I have for them. No
matter the time of the day, no matter the extreme weather, their placidity is
unchanging. Their connection is different.
Yesterday I saw a few vultures gliding and watching from the top of the mountain. Our carrion is also
different. I retreat to the thinking corner, to the empty bench, by choice.
It rains moderately, without warning.
Take care. 馃尦馃尶馃尣馃崈馃崅馃崄馃尮馃尡
