Meditations on Yaking
On an overcast morning, as delicate swirls of snowflakes rode gusts of wind, a solitary horse rider abandoned the cozy comfort of his rebo and set out in search of grazing pastures.
Later, over steaming cups of salty tea made from Yak milk, the rider told this owl that with each passing year the winters get more severe and it becomes more difficult for him to find winter pastures for his herd that includes 280 goats, 60 yaks and 70 sheep. His son attends a formal school and won't learn the same things he learnt - how to rear shear sheep, how to milk goats, how to read the sky and lead your herd to safety, how to build a rebo so warm that icey needles of freezing winds cannot enter it, how to invite a complete stranger into it and make him feel at home; these aren't things that can be taught on a blackboard. These are things that get ingrained into oneself and become one's way of life.
The owl believed that being a nomad meant having few possessions and fewer attachments and he had to fly over mountains and cross frozen rivers to unlearn that.
Until next time,
The Observant Owl.
P.S. if you want to talk to this owl you can write and email to firstname.lastname@example.org
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