Belfountain, Ontario
The
Milking Monk?
When I was a teen and living on the farm
just outside of Blenheim, Ontario, my dad would wake me up at 5:30 a.m. to milk
the family cows. It was routine to tie
her legs in order that she would not kick the bucket of milk over and cause a
spill. Cows do that at times. When I read in scripture that Krishna, as a boy,
had done so with His cows before milking, I found it so relatable.
I personally didn’t like it when a cow
would kick and sometimes succeed in relieving herself and plopping a whole leg
inside the milk pail with the white and foamy liquid content inside. It, no doubt, ‘spoiled the batch’, so to
speak.
Cows are generous in releasing their
‘liquid religiosity’, as our guru put it, but they do in fact sometimes
kick. I see many people are like this in
their own behaviour. There’s a kindness
and goodness in everyone, however, there’s also a stubborn and sometimes cantankerous
side to them.
After all, no one is perfect, except for
you know who.
In my travels, whether on foot, flight or
fleet, I come upon people who are a blessing and curse at the same time. Of course, I must include myself. I find it always helps to highlight the good
side in an individual and dwell less on what is pejorative. I prefer to think of a cow who bears
charitable milk—and let’s assume here that it’s ahimsa milk; milk from a protected cow—rather than a cow who kicks,
or is cranky at times.
May the Source be with you!
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