On our walk this morning Z was slower than normal. She had plenty of energy before we left the house, but now that we were following the sidewalk and watching the sun rise above the horizon, she was being rather pokey. At one point she stopped and starting chewing, flossing, sucking on a patch of taller grass. I looked down at her and said, “Are you ruminating?”
I have no idea where the word came from, but I’m so glad it did.
“Ruminate,” I said again out loud. (It was barely 6:30 in the morning, nobody was out to hear me.)
think deeply about something. 2. (of a ruminant) chew the cud._______________What an amazing word. It’s fun to say. It’s fun to think about. It’s fun to picture a cow chewing, chewing, chewing. And more importantly, it’s a remind to slow down, think deeply and just keep chewing. How often do we get to do that? Between work and meals and baths and commuting and walking/pulling the dog?Do me a favor. Spend some time Ruminating this weekend. I hope to. I hope you do too.