A correspondence -- one of many to the many, wonderful friends I have made here -- at such an increasing rate over the past two years I would say - this friend is facing the imminent loss of his brother to cancer. And he is seeing all this craziness I'm sharing with him -- but he is in a completely different universe of thought. He asked -- and I wondered, maybe, just a wee wee bit if it was wondered sarcastically, if I ever thought of writing books for a living.
So here was my response to him, from my heart.
But my love is already in what I do.
I love to milk cows.
With my family.
To work with my friends -- towards great things -- together
Beyond ourselves -- that we can know --- Is, in whatever small way,
Making the world a better place.
There is no better feeling; no better life.
I like the humility in being a dairyman,
Someone who works with animals,
beautiful, intelligent ones - which is all of them.
Those fools that would look down upon such a thing.
Scurrying around in the supposed self important world of their creation.
Here is the world of my creation - of my Creator.
I've come to a point with myself -- where I appreciate.
Everything.
And even a simple thing like milking cows -- the bringing them in,
moving them over, cleaning them, milking them, touching and talking to them - all of it -
is a great communion -- a great communication we have between us.
I am so relaxed -- and because I am so comfortable, I am able to communicate Clearly -- with my cows.
And they want to do what I ask.
And I want to do, what they ask of me, too.
There is coming a great time of peace -- for us -- for others -- That is going to build, grow, and be so attractive -- No one can escape the gravity of it.
It will still take years and years and years. But my children are being taught patience -- where I had until this point in life to learn it.
To anyone anywhere that would come to know us. I can firmly promise you love, laughter, joy.
And work -- and play -- an enjoyment of life truly lived.
I know that's not what you were expecting,
