Bull.ospMy new neighborhood in Nokomis is a mix of gated, landscaped developments, tattered old Florida houses, and fields with cows and horses. The roads are wide, flat, and people drive either too fast or too slow—the young cowboys in trucks are irritated by the old codgers in Camrys.AOL

Yesterday, I went for a stroll and saw a small group of enormous brown bulls in a field right next to the sidewalk. One huge one near the fence seemed to be having a lot of fun with an empty cardboard box.  He managed to put his head through it, lift it up, and, with his nose sticking out, toss it around wildly.  Very funny. I thought only cats made cardboard boxes into toys.

A second bull, attracted by the activity, ambled over and started licking and chewing on another box. I could see by the label that it once held vegetables. Ah, so it was the flavored cardboard they were after. It seemed to be quite a treat as they both ripped off pieces and chewed away contentedly.

I laughed as I watched and complimented them on eating their veggies. I reassured them that I too am a vegetarian and continued my walk.

This morning in my meditation I was given the message “Katherine. Every day look for love. Express it and receive it. Remember, every moment of love is a victory in life.”

I contemplated that lovely little reminder as I went for my morning walk. Nearing the field of bulls, I called out, “Hi there!” The big guy looked up and as if recognizing me, and started walking toward the fence. I stopped at the metal gate and leaned on it. He came right up to me. The smaller one ambled up as well but stayed to the side.  I talked to them again, telling them how beautiful their big, brown eyes were. The biggest one nudged the gate.  I was frankly a little afraid that he would push what seemed like a flimsy structure open, but it held, and I stayed put.

Then he startled me by reaching out with his tongue and licking my hand. It was massive and felt rough. I jumped back. He jumped back too. I laughed. “I’m sorry,” I said and moved slowly and carefully back to the fence. He rubbed his forehead on the metal bar, and I bravely reached out and scratched the top of his head.

It was a victorious moment of love for both of us, I think.


  1. How lovely, Katherine! Glad to see you’re making new friends among the four-foots. (Sounds a bit as though they responded to you being present with them.)

    You’ve been frequently in my thoughts n recent weeks, as I’ve been both wondering how you’re doing in Florida (and when you might be coming north again), and javing a good, creative time in the Creative Expressions class, where I’m making some real progress on a piece based on some of Yeats’ poetry. I’m finding that your methods are unlocking a lot of the old training I got with other teachers long ago, but weorking on the four principles is making it all easier, more natural. S thank you!

    Winter here seems to have come and gone very quickly—white-blossomed trees arrived quite early—but the colder temps are doing an encore this week. Much wind in NYC, which is keeping the air fresher than it might otherwise be.

    I’m sending you best wishes for a wonderful spring in your new world!

  2. Oh, lovely to hear from you. Yes, I will be coming back at the end of May and will probably do a workshop in JUNE! I’ll let you know. So glad the Four Principles are helping you.

  3. Aw Sweet! We had bulls in the field behind us in England. I love cattle. I hope you’re enjoying your life down there! Alex xxx

  4. Love the bull story Katherine. I’m convinced animals know more and sense more than we credit them. About two and a half years ago Wayne and I rescued two Black Lab mixed dogs. Their bigger than Labs and to my mind much more elegant as they prance around our almost two acre yard with a nice pond. We’ve had to fence everything because Rex and Tebo (both males) LOVE to dig and escape and go hunting and exploring on their own. Luckily with the fence they no longer find their way home on our twisty-curvy country road where irresponsible people drive 60 miles an hour. We have a great time with them and they go where we go pretty much. It does make going to Italy, for example, out of the question now. But I have a few friends who love dogs but don’t have any and they might dog sit for us. We’ll see.

    All-in-all everything is going well. I left my West Village apartment last July, after being there for 50 years! I’m now working to downsize everything and get rid of all the duplicates. It’s kind of my job right now.

    After months and months, maybe years, I’m slowly getting back to writing. So I’m hopeful. Life is good.

    I was so happy to suddenly find you on my computer screen last week. It was like magic. Serendipity! I used Google to peruse Nokomis. It seems to be a fantastic area. Wonderful contrasts. A great place for you.

    Much Love, Gary

    • Oh, how wonderful to be in contact with you. Two dogs. Ah yes. Years ago I rescued two dogs…literally from the woods, and bought the house in CT…for them, really. And, though we fenced in nearly an acre, they would find a way to dig out, then come racing home down the road. My heart. I loved them fiercely, and hope they are there to great me when I join them in the Great Beyond! Love, K

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