Changing Spots and Things.

I think my aura must have changed colour or something because yesterday two horses came over to a farm gate to say hello to me. And when I crossed the road to another gate, two goats came to greet me. They even put their front hooves up on the gate so I could scratch their ears more easily. Further along the road I leant on another farm gate and a cow walked almost the length of the field to pay its respects.

During the long, dark, depressive period recently, the only animals which would have anything to do with me were dogs. I suppose that probably says something about me. Does it? I don’t know; maybe it just says something about dogs. But I remember some of the things people have said to me down the years:

You’re an old soul. (OK.) You’re one of the chosen ones. (OK again.) You’re a light worker. (I wonder what one of those is.) And then there was the woman in the coffee shop who stared at me for a long time before coming over and telling me there was something I needed to know and she would tell me when I’m ready. I never saw her again.

What should I make of it all? If any of it is true, when is it going to start being of some benefit to me or those with whom I come into contact? Haven’t noticed any benefits yet. Maybe I’ll find out when it’s too late to make a difference. That’s usually the way. Although I did learn one thing from my animal encounters: one has to be careful with goats when they’re throwing their heads about because their horns are very hard and very sharp.

(Sorry this post is a bit egocentric, but I couldn’t think of anything else to talk about. Well I could, but it was terribly serious and I wasn’t in the mood.)

I saw the year’s first Red Admiral butterfly in the garden today. It’s pretty warm here.