I’m putting out mineral for cattle. I’m in a hurry and couldn’t tell you why. I have all day.
The ground is still wet, and the Jeep slides everywhere we go. I walk the bags of mineral to where they’re placed—the blocks of salt as well—because even the Jeep will not make it where they need to be placed.
…And still, the sun is shining. I hear the songs of distinct birds scattered on fence wires and treelines that frame our pastures. Spring is returned in its beautiful mess of rain, mud, color, and life.
I can continue to rush—make mess in haste—or I can take a moment, breathe it in: see, hear, and feel the presence of growth’s season returned. I have all day. Why make a mess hurrying it away?
I breathe. It’s still a mess, but a beautiful mess if we just slow down to see.