Spirit wakes me at 430am. I haul out to do the chores. As I walk across the
farm only a light coat is needed as Winter has finally lost its stinging
cold. The earth worms push up through the frost free soil everywhere in the
driveways and fields. In the east a verticle beam of sunlight reaches up to
the heavens while the whispy clouds stretch horizontally across the horizen.
A rebel cloud takes the opposite direction and looks like someone let the
genie out of the bottle, twisted into a beautiful vortex. As I approach the
cow pasture the bull, Cosmos, is still laying down and chewing his cud
contentedly. The cow, Ruby awaits her meal anxiously. She will calf in
April or May, she is always hungry and ready for a meal. Ginger the heiffer
stretches and digs into her hay with casual abandon. Get home, put on the
coffee and prepare the Agnihotra pot. Light the fire, pick out the unbroken
kernals of rice, recite mantra and do the Qi Gong exercises. Is there really
a war being waged with my money??? I send the energy of the morning to Iraq
and the White House, those poor bastards...sstorch
