Flag was a very special soul. One could lean on Flag's side and feel instantly connected to the earth.
There was a peace and a stillness in Flag that he generously shared with anyone who made themselves open to it.
In return for peace given, Flag was open to scratches received. There are spots on a steer that a steer cannot easily reach to scratch. Heaven was not far away for either of us in this give and take.
I used to spend a lot of time on the farm, visiting John and Suzanne and all of the animals about once a month. The events in my own life over the past few years, and the shifts in Suzanne's schedule have meant that I haven't been to the farm in a very long time. I always know I can go there, and will be welcome there, and in carrying that within, I have always assumed that Flag would be there.
I will have to accept Flag's presence in a different way. Flag will always be a part of the farm for me. But now, I will have to be open to his spirit, which has joined Jeremy's, and Ming's, Charlotte's, Carson and Vali's, and a host of others. All of them have always been there for me, and I know Flag will be, too. But I will miss leaning into the solidness of Flag's strong, gentle body, and will have to settle instead for the largeness of his heart which is forever a part of the heart of the place.
Peace, Flag. Peace and sweet grasses, sunshine and love, wherever you are. Thank you for being a part of my life. Your presence was huge; your absence just as large. Your spirit brings life to both.