Till the Cows Come Home.

Hiking up, around each bend…

C U L T U R E  G R O W T H

Renewal, rebirth, game plan Zen.


I rarely make New Year resolutions, but I do take time to pause prior to Spring to dream courageously as I venture to set new goals.


The renewal, rebirth and awakening of the Spring lights a fire of hope in my belly that echoes, “all things are possible.”


I recall reading in junior high about Hathor, the Egyptian Goddess of the sky, love, beauty, joy, motherhood, music and fertility. She was commonly depicted as a cow Goddess.


Yes, she was a divine cow.




 Can you imagine being such a beautiful, happy heifer?


The words “cow” and “heifer” aren’t exactly associated with love, beauty and joy in our society.


Yet, this is exactly how I would describe my hike, side-by-side, with these cows.


Renewal. Rebirth. Hope.


As I sprint toward Spring, I’m trying something new. I’m now in day 23 of (a hopeful!) 40 of abstaining from alcohol and exercising every.single.day. This hike has become my Saturday ritual. I am back to being able to leg press 400 lbs. Yeah, I’m mooooovin’-

That makes from some strong hiking legs.


I’ve also come to the realization on these hikes that I’m not doing this because I hate my body; I’m doing it because I love me! I’m not sure what the path ahead will bring, but I know up on these hills, I feel divine!

“I could dance with you till the cows come home. Better still, I’ll dance with the cows and you come home.” Groucho Marx