In honor and celebration of “National Bison Day 2023“, please let me tell a little story …

Once upon a time, there was a wee family of cows living on a baron plain ‘neath a grey sky consumed with clouds. The mommy and daddy cows eventually grew tired of the acid rains that were constantly pelting them and their babies, so, they started running away as fast and far as they could with their petrified babies in tow in an attempt to shelter them from any wreckage and fallout:

Let’s PROTECT our little cows like all good parents should and NOT run head first into the stormy weather like all those hellbent crazy buffalos passing us by!

Sooner or later, the baby cows grew up and wandered into even more baron plains than the ones their parents taught them to run from. One of them eventually faced a series of untold turbulence and downpours, and in keeping with what she’d learned in her youth, just kept running to and fro in search of much better places to call home. But, alas, each next grassland and the blue skies above them weren’t ever really as perfect as they appeared!

Many years passed, and the superstorm that had long been gathering caught up to her. By then, she was too tired to run anymore, ill-prepared to face it, and devoid of any further hope. So, she decided to just give up.

But then … something happened!

… she was pulled towards her destiny with a blind faith that swathed her in power and grace, her “should have been” broken soul remained unbroken. She never stopped believing in God and love, and refused to be a jaded victim. She was the girl who smiled when it rained, danced as her life unraveled, and rejected the devil’s lie that life was not worth living. Then, right on cue, the vividly colored palette she’d been handed by The Master began morphing into the grey that infused her canvas.

{“The Divine Apostrophe“}

From that day forward, she transformed into a fearless buffalo, hellbent to inspire her future generations that its never okay to take the easy way out and run away when storms are coming. She showed them out loud and in living color that with faith, courage, and determination, they could stand strong against even the worst of gales:

We’re as untamed and fierce as even the most torrential skies, and strengthened by our faith in The Unseen that holds us still as we stand against the storms they bring … the risen kings and queens we are become! No more misery, guilt, and shame! No more waiting on the sky to change! We adapt, overcome, transcend, and become whole … then live on to enjoy all the gifts that the grey skies and deluges bring!

~ The End ~

WAITING ON THE SKY TO CHANGE

There’s something in the air … burning ions in the oxygen are all aglow. A feeling everywhere … premonitions of the storm that comes. But I won’t go. I’m done running towards the eyes of tornadoes pretending this is hope. I breathe in the atmosphere … let it wash over my fear of these heights as I transcend and become whole again. I breathe in the atmosphere … let it take me out of here. I won’t live life in the rain waiting on the sky to change. Been frozen since that day I saw my clear blue skies as they turned to gray in front of me. It’s hard to find my way. Can I rise above when giving up is all I know? And the water’s rising. Going deaf from the sound of rain. And the water’s rising. I won’t drown in the flood you made.

{Starset}