•December 16, 2016 • 1 Comment
Kalindi’s Diary of a Dairy Cow
September 14, 2014
I remember feeling squeezed and then my nose felt a new sensation, something that I soon learned was cold. My tongue was hanging out of my mouth and took the brunt of the cold breeze. More squeezing, and suddenly I was in a new environment and it was so cold. I was shivering, but I felt a raspy tongue and when I figured out how to lift my head, there was Mom. She was licking me and making quiet loving noises as she worked at drying me and warming me up. Somehow I knew that I had to figure out how to work my legs to stand and find food. Mom kept working on cleaning me as I struggled to find my balance, but after several attempts, I was up and began nudging all around her to find the food. The food was lower than I initially thought, but once I latched on, I had a desire to suck and suck until my belly was full. By that time, I had dried off and it wasn’t so cold any more, so I crumbled down to the ground and the last thing I remember was the song of the frogs and crickets as I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I could feel the warmth of the sun on my fur and looked around for Mom. There she was, grazing on the lush grass. Other cows were nearby, too, grazing, but all of them were facing my direction and I felt curiosity coming from them about my sudden appearance. I stood up, much more easily, this time and went right for the food. Mom groaned and strained as I sucked, as if she were in pain, but she licked me as I stood against her body. I filled my belly and then tried out my legs to see if I could run. I could! I could even buck! The other cows crowded around me and some of them even touched me with their noses. Then I was tired again and crumbled down to the soft ground. Continue reading ‘Kalindi’s Dairy Diary’
•December 6, 2016 • 3 Comments
The day after we brought our new puppy home, I took him and Ruger, our other dog for a long walk through the forest. Raksha had never been in such a wild place with so many smells and his hackles were up for the whole 3 miles. I had to carry him across a stream, but he stayed with me and Ruger. I did have to carry him across a small, brisk stream, but he was alert and excited.
The next day we were unable to go on the same walk because it was Saturday and there were at least a dozen cars at our trail head due to hunting season. So I decided to walk along Riffe lake. It was a flat walk along a road that formerly led to the town of Riffe. Riffe is now under water because of a dam, but the road makes a nice walk leading to the lake. When we reached the lake I decided to follow Rainey Creek for a while before taking the road back to the car.
Due to recent rainfall, Rainey Creek was running quite high, and there were places where the stream bends and floodwater carves out cliffs. I happened to notice that the drop off one of such cliffs was about 10 feet and made a conscious decision to walk away from the creek due to the danger that a dog could fall. Right when I made that decision I heard a splash and then a couple of seconds later a plop-plop-plop sound that sounded like a dog trying to swim. I looked down over the cliff, and sure enough, there was little Raksha swimming and trying to keep his nose out of the water.
It was late November and the wind was blowing quite hard. I had a long, retractable leash that I made into a noose, but was unable to get it over his head because the wind kept blowing it against the cliff. The nearest place where I could conceivably approach the water was only 15′ away, but even there it was extremely steep. So the choice was to jump into the water (in November) to rescue him, or try to get him to swim towards the less steep place.
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•July 26, 2016 • 3 Comments
There is an amazing phenomenon that I call “blind spots” that occurs when people are confronted with information that is contrary to their cherished beliefs. People are unable to process or to remember facts that contradict what they believe to the point that they are literally blind (or deaf) to the truth. To illustrate this concept, think of a belief as a bubble and any information that contradicts the belief is outside the bubble. If the belief is trivial and has no emotional value to the believer, such as the belief that lemmings commit mass suicide, the bubble may as well be made of soap film and can be popped with some documented evidence, or information from a trusted source. (Lemmings are actually well-adjusted rodents who like to go swimming as a group). However if the belief is cherished, such as the belief that our government stands for truth, freedom and justice, the bubble may as well be coated with Kevlar armor. Documented information that stands contrary to the belief will be unable to pierce the armor causing the person with the cherished belief to be unable to hear, see or remember the information.
I first became aware of this phenomenon several years after 9-11 when my husband, Billy, asked me to watch a video of the third skyscraper that collapsed on 9-11. We don’t have a TV, so on 9-11 we had gone to a neighbor’s house to watch the event unfold. We had never heard about a third skyscraper collapsing, but the video, posted several years later on YouTube did a good job verifying, through several news clips, that in fact a third World Trade Center (WT7) skyscraper did fall down. Additionally it showed videos of several buildings that were demolished through a controlled demolition, followed by a video of WT7 collapsing. Any reasonable person would conclude that the collapse of WT7 was identical to a controlled demolition. The fact that the media apparently didn’t pursue the story of the odd collapse and the government didn’t investigate how the building collapsed by testing the dust for accelerants such as nano thermite, made me suspect that there was a larger conspiracy afoot.
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•July 24, 2016 • Leave a Comment
When I’m confronted with knowledge that goes against what I’ve accepted to be true, I rely on synchronicities to verify/substantiate the knowledge. Synchronicity is defined as “…a concept, first explained by psychiatrist Carl Jung, which holds that events are ‘meaningful coincidences’ if they occur with no causal relationship, yet seem to be meaningfully related.”
This article is about my journey, which has been fraught with synchronicities. It has led me to conclude that probably all mental illness/addictions/depression are caused or exacerbated by ghosts and that having negative thoughts attracts ghosts the way that blood attracts sharks. I’ve learned that I am sometimes influenced by these unseen miscreants and the ability to banish them has enriched my quality of life immensely—like going from staying in a fleabag hotel to a five star resort.
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•December 5, 2012 • 2 Comments
Recently a friend asked me what I thought she needed to do to be more self reliant and I replied that although she lives on a river, she doesn’t have an easy, convenient water source in the event of a prolonged electrical outage. She has a well with an electric pump. The pump in this article could be used to pump well water into an elevated storage tank which could gravity-feed a house and garden. It is reasonably priced for what it does: http://www.resilientcommunities.com/a-human-powered-water-pump-you-have-to-see/