Burns,
Wyoming
The
Cattle and Me
The
cattle and I were separated by fence and ditch, but they were following me,
nevertheless. As I made my last three miles in this ranch country, on Rd. 213,
the two dozen or so black-breed bovines got attached to me and I to them.
Coming
down the dusty road was a white pickup with a local farmer behind the wheel.
This farmer put the brakes on and observed the cattle tagging along next to me.
The farmer made the turn and proceeded to meet me on the road.
It
was a woman—a country girl. “But I’ve spent my time in the city. I prefer the
rural life,” she said, after introductions.
I
told her of my walking mission with its spiritual edge. And we both agreed that
commonality amongst faith groups needs to be emphasized; in other words, the
agreed upon universal truths need to be honoured. It was terrific to meet a
farmer with an open mind. It is not always like that. Cattle are open. Why
can’t humans be?
Gary
was another person who came onto my track with me today. Gary is from The Pine
Bluffs Post. He spent forever looking for me. Wrong road. Directions given to
him were misinformed. Finally, he caught up with me and the boys in the village
of Burns. He asked all the normal questions and I answered them, informing him
that it is a great ‘spirit’ walk, one that I hope will inspire others.
“Simple
living. Less cars. 1.25 million people die each year from auto accidents. We could
do better. Walk and chant!” The cattle
walked.
May
the Source be with you!
21 miles
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