
Cattle are strong. Stronger than me. And I feel that when my energy is encapsulated by their own.
Just encountering one cow's energy is like pushing, pushing, pushing ... an energy that urges you to push back. A cow will test your strength. And you will bow to it out of reverence for their own awe-inspiring tonicity.
But I stand taller next to them.

And I claim my own space. And in doing so I fall in beside their energy. It feels like touching my hand to their heart, with an ease that suggests it's only fear that separated us, that separates anything, all along.
I have a weak heart. And I stand tall.
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