It was their stillness, their sense of peace that got me to stop.
I walked past them several times, my shovel loaded with manure, but Lulu and Fanny didn’t flinch. If they were braying wildly, they couldn’t have drawn my attention more.
So I put down my shovel and pressed my face to Lulu’s neck.
Her hair was warm from the sun and so much softer than it looks. I breathed in her calm, I mimicked her stillness. I fell into the trace of my surroundings. Warm, soft, still. My thoughts became the image of what I was physically feeling.
We stayed like that a while. And when I left the donkeys remained, holding the peace.
Love this..
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Donkey medicine.
Good for the soul.
How wonderful to notice and lean in to it.
Oh yes, LoisJean; 🙂
Such a beautiful photo. And made me smile as I’ve been in such a funk today.
Oh the power of donkeys Barb.
The donkeys got it right. Warm, soft and still.
Indeed.
Great phrase: “holding the peace.”
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I just love the close-ups, the way you can see each individual hair and the way they swirl sometimes in a current, sometimes in a riptide. These sisters look perfectly in sync with each other in this portrait, so grateful for your ability to capture their sweetness.
Beautiful description Pat, thank you for that.
“ the donkeys remained, holding the peace “. Beautiful. Thanks.
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