Bull to Market
She was in line before us. Alone with a loaded trailer carrying two bulls for slaughter, she had backed up to the loading arena. Gray pony-tailed hair under a baseball cap framed the face of a rough life. In her sparkling, hopeful eyes, I foresee these same circumstances as mine and am at a loss for energy or indications to avoid it.
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If her eyes were sprkling and hopeful still, despite evidence of her rough life, then all is not lost, Nomas... It is only when our eyes mirror defeat that we have lost the battle we try so hard to avoid...
I don't know how to find joy in everyday life/circumstances that sometimes seem overwhelming... I suspect it is in the appreciation of small details, and the acceptance of what life is... I think sometimes it our dreams that trip us up, that maybe if we adjust them we find more peace...
I long for things that are beyond me, yet I can create small joys on my own...
My thoughts go out to you --
Blessings...
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