The Sacred Cow

Reflections on Loss and Life's Unyielding Lessons

In the tranquil embrace of my farm, amidst the gentle sway of fields and the whisper of wind through the trees...

Tragedy struck.

A beloved member of our family, our cherished dairy cow, met her untimely end in a freak accident that shattered the peaceful serenity of our sanctuary.

For a few months, she had been more than just a cow; she was a symbol of sustenance, a source of nourishment for both body and soul. Her rich, creamy milk was not just a commodity but a testament to the intricate dance of life and the interconnectedness of all beings.

We shared her bounty with family, investors, and some close customers, savoring each drop of her raw milk as a testament to the abundance of nature and the bonds forged through shared experiences.

Yet...

In a cruel twist of fate, her life was abruptly cut short, leaving us reeling in shock and disbelief. As I stood beside her grave, the earth freshly turned beneath my feet, I was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions.

Grief washed over me like a relentless tide, threatening to engulf me in its depths.

But...

Amidst the anguish and sorrow, there was a profound sense of clarity that emerged from the depths of my soul.

In the stillness of that moment, I realized that I had been harboring a secret resentment towards life, a simmering anger at the injustices and hardships that had befallen me.

Her death, like a bolt of lightning illuminating the darkness, served as a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the impermanence of all things.

As I sat beside her grave, the earth cool beneath my fingertips, I found solace in the silent communion with nature.

In her death, I found a renewed appreciation for the precious gift of life and the fleeting beauty of each passing moment.

Like the sacred cow of ancient tradition, she had been revered and cherished, her memory forever etched in the tapestry of our lives.

In the wake of her passing, I vowed to honor her legacy by embracing life with renewed vigor and purpose.

No longer would I allow myself to be consumed by bitterness and resentment; instead, I would embrace each day as a precious gift, a chance to savor the sweetness of existence and forge deeper connections with those around me.

For...

In the end, it is not the length of our days nor the magnitude of our accomplishments that define us, but the depth of our love and the grace with which we navigate life's inevitable challenges.

In the hallowed silence of the farm, amidst the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves above her grave, I found peace in the knowledge that her spirit would forever roam these sacred grounds, a testament to the enduring power of love and the resilience of the human spirit.

As I bid farewell to our beloved cow, I carry with me the lessons learned from her untimely departure.

In her death, I rediscovered the courage to confront my own mortality and embrace the fullness of life's rich tapestry. And though she may no longer walk beside us, her memory lives on in the echoes of laughter and the gentle rhythm of our days, a silent reminder of the beauty that lies within the heart of all living things.

[NOTE]: This happened last week. I needed some time to process this and to walk through some emotions that I've been holding onto. Anger is one hell of a drug... Harder to overcome than any addiction I've walked through (more on that later).

w/ Perspective, Passion, & Purpose...