I love those moments in life when we become clear about the choices we’ve made.
While having lunch with a friend of mine from Twain Harte this week, she asked if I was happy living on The Farm. I quickly responded and gave her the litany of reasons why living off the mountain was so great. She laughed and made some comments about farm life and cowboys which I quickly dismissed. But later that afternoon while driving home, I took notice of the world in which I now live and realized why this place called out to me two years ago.
I love salt-of-the-earth people… people who live close to the land and all that it provides. I don’t mind having dusty shoes. I love brushing my goats and giving names to my hens. Being in the mix of life excites me. Seeing homegrown vegetables on my kitchen table fulfills me. Feeling the sadness of a lost honeybee colony brings me closer to the core of the Big Picture.
This is not a sophisticated world but it brings a stillness to my heart and balance to my world.
I understand your happiness, no….feeling of content, this is where you were always in the process of going. That is why I sent you that lovely Alice Walker book. I knew she and you were kindred souls.