I’d like to point out, much to my delight and hopefully yours, that on my hike at Johnson Ranch Monday on my birthday I was able to pause a while and most gently pat a calf standing along the path – she all black and fuzzy and available – on the top of her head, between her ears, a looking into each other.
Most fabulous birthday present.
Monday, which was also Janis Joplin’s birthday, was sunny and hot and green all over. Every time someone approached from the other direction I would step off the path until he, she, they passed. Includes dogs. The Buddhist nun Pema Chodron often speaks of loving-kindness, and it seems there are maybe a billion chances to practice that every day.
Pema Chodron was born in the summer of 1936, which makes my winter birthday (feel like) child’s play.
Like playing handsies with a black cow.
from a mountain bench 
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