Like a walk in the rain. When I am missing Josh, as I am now since he’s away for business, I take comfort in the beauty and peacefulness of our tiny farm. One need only open the back door to be surrounded by our curious goats, excited chickens, flapping turkeys, and wandering guinea fowl. I can only relate it to that moment where Ace Ventura Pet Detective arrives home to his apartment and all of his animals come out to perch on his shoulders. Pure magic.
In the silvery light of morning, I find myself utterly and completely lost in that undefinable something that is life in the country. The “turn-off-the-gravel-road” existence which inspired John Denver and countless romantics who found comfort in the sudden flight of a meadowlark, the dappled light of the forest, or the gentle whisper of a midsummer’s breeze through sunwashed hills. It’s easy to give yourself over to the simple elegance of a dirt road lined with wildflowers, a field of grazing cattle, and the sweet song of a slow-moving brook.
So, where do you find your peace?