MELVIN, THE LITTLE BRINGER OF MEMORIES FROM PAST

THIS MOST PRECIOUS LITTLE BULL,

PIERCED AND ALL, 

BROUGHT BACK MEMORIES 

OF MY FIRST PET,

 A COW THAT I NAMED MONICA!

We were not farmers,

but my maternal grandparents were

and sometimes when I was too "challenging" 

I was shipped off to their farm

to help them

 I wasn't more than five and  counting 

when it started...

Sometimes I was brought there by my family, 

sometimes I was put on a buss by myself

and told where to change buss

and where to get off ...

I remember I was always scared of getting lost

and not be able to ring the buss ringer 

or even see where it was time and place to 

get off the buss. 

Everything moved by so fast 

when i looked out the window and

I was probably 

not taking many breaths during the hour or more it 

took to get there ... 

I was bored with two "old" people

who never knew how to speak with a young person,

and I guess they knew I wanted to leave.

 They had a young cow and she

"was given to me" to keep as "mine" to 

motivate me, I assume, to come and stay for a while

without being grumpy and bored.

I remember I felt special and 

I created a ritual with my grandmother 

overseeing my sacred ritual when

naming my new friend Monica!

She looked as pretty as Melvin above

and she was the cleanest cow of them all,

brushed and massaged by my small hands all day long; 

she definitely got the special treatment.

My grandparents had 

milking (manual) cows, pigs, chicken and 

many cats to keep the mouse population under control.

They also had a BIG black work horse that as soon as 

I got close tried to kick me, glaring at me with his ears back.

He was gorgeous!!,

 but treated with a rough hand

by my grandfather, so that was how he showed up too.

Sometimes I was up on his back though,

while we were working on the fields

until one day when he tried to bite my leg ...

I felt it was safer to stay out of his way ...

he could stand in his shit I remember I thought ...

While Monica grew and became ready to 

produce her milk,

I learned to make the food for the pigs

in a kettle over fire in an open fire place,

feed them and clean their fenced in habitat,

find the eggs from the roaming chicken and clean them,

clean under and behind the cows and change the hay and

feed them and get their slimy kisses.

I also took care of the baby cows when they were born.

The only way to be appreciated was to work hard

and smile and do more than what was expected.

A perfect training for a work slave without self worth,

but I had some fun in the learning.

When my queen Monica was ready

for milk production 

I was taught to hand milk her and

became rather fast and good as I remember.

The worst part with that was getting up at 4am

every morning, Winter as Summer,

and then after all the chores in the barn

I had to drink a quart of the cow warm thick milk

with flies and hay and a layer of cream covering

as the foam on a Guinness pint.

I scooped away "the foam" and then 

I held my breath and gulped it down the fastest I could.

My breakfast of the day.

I have been a lover of milk since then,

milk products of all kinds ...

and I still am.

I guess I loved it more,

 when the the milk was cold and free from the avecs of

what the straight-from-hand-milked-cow-milk provided.

I have no allergies of any kind 

except for when toxic products enter my body.  

These days one has to pay more attention

to the pastures and the food the cows and goats are given.

 Consciously Aware Farmers,

love what they are and thus

 produce Conscious and Whole Food supply

 in its original form, to the best of their ability.

WE NEED TO BE MORE CONSCIOUSLY AWARE TODAY

 AND 

NOT TRUST WHAT WE ARE TOLD TO BELIEVE

OF WHAT WE PUT INTO OUR PHYSICAL SYSTEM.

IT IS OUR PHYSICAL HEALTH AND OUR BODIES,

THUS OUR PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY.

 I personally support producers of 

Organic Whole products/produce,

provided as nature intended;

not manipulated or treated to last longer

 or lacking its natural ingredients of fat.

BALANCED FOOD SUPPLIES 

NURTURE AND HELP THE BODY HEAL;

MANIPULATED AND TREATED FOOD SUPPLIES

MANIPULATE AND CREATE IMBALANCES IN THE BODY

WITH THEIR DISSONANT STATE OF BEING.

with Love and Peace in Harmony,

Morayah