Solandana

 Of abundance and retreat, Autumns dimming light, to Winters sleep.  Happy Thanksgiving!  

My morning commute.  A herd of elk, meandering through the road. Young bulls and cows, making their way. The drought drove them our way, water by our little lake. The farmers aren't too happy, they eat the crop. But as I remind them, they have profited for many years, by orchards planted by someone else. The circle goes round, no matter human hubris. I love these creatures, so large and regal. My heart is happy and full when Gods come to visit.   

Sometimes, you spot the herd from the road. I never understand people that drive these curvy roads so fast, you miss so much. A small fragment of the main herd. A morning soak in the sun, how wise the wild ones are. No need to be told of self care. Nature is a harsh, yet benevolent mentor. The wise, wild ones listen and know. What a blessing to soak in their tutelage.