Way of Life

The life of a shepherd is an art of living, a gentle yet powerful harmony with nature. I tend to the land for a time, nurturing and caring for it as if it were a trusted friend, embracing me with its calm and beauty. I feed it, protect it, and let it bloom and thrive. With my hands, I shape the cheese from the milk, a work that carries the essence of this time and place. And the cattle entrusted to me flourish here on high, healthy and content.

But in this world of mountains and forests, in this realm of untouched wildness, it is not only the land I protect—it is the trust that grows between me and the animals. They follow me through the dangerous passes, and I guide them safely, as though our paths were inseparably entwined. I merge with their way of grazing, with their panting, with their elegance as they wander through the mountains. Their instincts are sharper than mine, their wisdom quiet but compelling. They know exactly how to move through this rugged world, and I learn from them, step by step, day by day.

When autumn settles upon the land and we descend from the heights, the land heals. The grass turns deep and lush, and the golden light of the setting sun gives the moment a mystical beauty. It feels as if the whole world breathes in that stillness, everything intertwined—the sky, the earth, the animals, the shepherd. It demands much of me, this work, yet in that effort lies a profound fulfillment, a sense of completeness that I could find nowhere else.

It is more than a job; it is a life that exists in tune with the rhythms of nature. A life that teaches me through the land, the animals, and the mountains, and in its simplicity and depth, remains unattainably magnificent. I could never do anything else, for here, in this harmony, I find everything I need.