Some things never change. I no longer live a corporate life but I do “go to work” here in the gallery (although it is so lovely being here it never feels like work). But what hasn’t changed is that, no matter what, I am always running late. I don’t have to open until 10 and it’s only a two-minute drive but, nevertheless, I am always racing down my dirt road trying to get here on time.
Today I faced a bit of a problem, though—a traffic jam—Truchas style. My neighbor’s cattle had gotten out of their pasture and were enjoying the fresh, blooming alfalfa on my road. And I tell you what, these guys made me forget the clock. The world wasn’t going to end if I didn’t arrive at the gallery right on time. So we moved slowly along my road, me cajoling out the window. I certainly didn’t want to scare or threaten them.
I’ve known the two adults since they were the size of their little one. And I’ve been stopping by to talk with them every day since the calf was born, trying to get her used to me. She was very wild at first (I met her about 10 minutes after she was born—she hadn’t even stood up yet, until my car startled her and she startled me as I drove past her pasture). Normally they’re in the fenced acreage in front of my house but, this morning, here they were on my road.
My friend, Kathy, has come up with names for them: Esme for the calf, Bella and Santiago. I think they are perfect!
I opened the gallery by 10:15, after a leisurely “stroll” with my neighbors, and the world did not shift on its axis. Just another nudge from the universe, another lesson, telling me that it’s okay to breathe—good even. The cattle were just my morning angels reminding me that I did, in fact, leave that corporate life of deadlines and time-clocks, and after 15 years, maybe it’s time to change some more old ways.
Love to you all,