She looked upon me - indignant. What - she must have wondered - was I doing in her field of magical lace? Clearly - she was the queen of this domain..and I - the intruder.
It made me stop and think and wonder - what is it that they think? All day long? Endlessly grazing..as cows do? Do they think about anything at all?
How easy it all is. Simply to be. To eat. To sleep. To trust in their seasons and their natural cycles. Not to have to wonder or worry about what's next..or where you're going..or how it is you're going to fulfill all of your hopes and impossible dreams.
The grass grows. The sun rises and the sun sets. The flowers bloom and fade.
What do you think she was thinking..as I was thinking what is it she was thinking about me?