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Direction…

This is the part where I should do that “Hi.  Remember me?”  blog post that I have seen other bloggers do after a long absence.  Those are fun, witty posts, but I can’t get it to work for me. 

Since I try not to “should” myself too much in blogging and life in general **can I get an AMEN**  I’m going to defer to the bovine today.  Let’s see what the cows have to say about direction and moooving forward.

Direction – the path you’re taking and/or the guidance given for said path to be taken, etc.

Direction is an important consideration in most matters.  Cows know this, so they make trails all through our pastures.  They like to stay on track and their well worn paths plot unmistakable lines toward their goals – food, water and shade.

This staying on the cow track is learned early through trial and error.

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This little guy’s mama is outside the frame of this picture murmuring in low tones to him about the choices he’s making and where that’s taking him in life.

Of course, it’s not all under his control.  How was he supposed to know what to do with a fast paced farmwife traipsing out of the barn and startling him?

I think hiding under the biggest baddest tractor is a good place, little baby!…except for the part where it could start moooving. 

Of course, his mama is thinking about what if he gets stuck and how nastified licking the grease off him will be.  Point taken, big mama.

A change in direction is needed.  There is no cow trail where this baby has put himself…and considering that the setting is the barn lot, it’s highly improbable that blazing a trail for himself will work out.

My Farmer does not park tractors on pasture cow paths – doing so would be unnecessarily far away for his needs and psychologically frustrating for his cloven-hoofed ladies.  In turn, the cows do not break down fences and make their trails across his office barn lot.

The only thing for this calf to do is…

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…wield wobbly legs in hopes of achieving a 180 without face planting.

Why is change typically so awkward and time consuming?  Turning me around is like turning the Titanic – take it slow or I’ll rip at the seams!

Evidently I put blogging on “no pilot” this past month – instead of autopilot like I did last August.  There were other life demands, debauchles, dilemmas, downtimes, etc.  Indeed my best attempts at maintaining direction were foiled.

So, I’m thinking late winter is just hard on a body anyhow, right?!?!….kind of like how late summer is, too.  Maybe we should just plan on autopilot every six months – August and February.

Planning for the inevitability of our family and work patterns makes the shoulds I hear more realistic.

Next winter we’ll know better how to tackle this cow trail thing and beat it down under our hooves…

progress-3wmAnd don’t think we won’t!!

See you tomorrow for FarrrTHUR!
Best,
Emily Grace

 How you been lately?

Seen the underbelly of a tractor or other delays?


We all want progress.  But progress means getting nearer to the place where you want to be.  And if you have taken a wrong turn, then to go forward does not get you any nearer.

If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road, and in that case, the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man

There is nothing progressive about being pigheaded and refusing to admit a mistake…going back is the quickest way on.

~C.S. Lewis

24 Responses to “Direction…”

  1. Anne Wheaton

    I feel like I’m slowly heading under that tractor! At the moment there seem to be a hundred different paths to take and I keep starting along them and then turning back. Must be the time of year.
    Glad to have you back. And you know that those witty “I’m back” posts seem to drain all the writer’s energy so that they disappear for another month, so much better to let a cute calf take the lead.

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    • Emily Grace

      Then, I’m so glad I followed that calf!

      This time of year is wonderful with options, for sure.

      Thanks for saying hi Anne. I’ll be by shortly to see what you’ve been up to.

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  2. carolynsteve

    First of all, sister I will give you a heart felt “amen!” Also, I’ve had literal and figurative life experiences where I’ve been just like the calf and ended up greasy-headed and kind of a mess.

    Course corrections, much less about-faces, are darn hard to do because of the gumption required to do it. Sometimes my ship needs more rudder to execute the turn and less keel to keep me on the collision course!

    All my best,

    Steve

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  3. Katie

    I totally hear you on this one! 🙂 Been there, done that… many times! But it’s good to see you back, and that calf is ADORABLE. I mean… I kind of want one. If only they stayed little forever! 😀

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  4. Susan Cooper

    Extra special posting, this one…..Love the double layer of philosophical insight.

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  5. theranchwifechronicles

    Emily Grace,
    So goes life. I honestly believe that the majority of people do the best they can with the information they have at the time. Maybe I need to add another component to my thought … energy. After a big day of ranch work we need to take care of our selves by allowing our mind and body rest. Rest can be watching tv, reading, going to bed early, whatever. Take care of yourself and try again tomorrow.

    I have to agree with you on the sheep pictures. Wool does offer texture that slick haired cattle pictures don’t have. I kind of get a kick out of the unruly wool too.

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  6. inesephoto

    I have lost your blog, Emily Grace 🙂 You know how it is when one is not appearing in the Reader several times a day 🙂 Glad you are blogging away. Hope all is well 🙂

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