(a coyote running quickly through the yard)
I have wondered and wondered, for years, what is my purpose in life, what am I good at doing, is there anything I really can say is me? Any talent? Any real skill? Anything….?
So thinking about what I like–what I really like–is to be one with the natural world. There isn’t any money in it, nor is there power or prestige….but there so much joy for me.
What I really love to do is point out to you my observances of the natural world.
Even as a child I spent hours by myself, playing in the creek behind our house, sitting in the Silver-leafed Maple in the back yard, laying in the ditches in the fall (I put my coat in the ditch, than lay myself down on the coat and watched the leaves of the Cherry trees tremble and flutter in the autumn winds), reading in the sand box — feet propped on the the trunk of the Silver-leafed Maple, Queenie, our Border Collie at my side, my hair getting dirty in the sandbox…
I love sharing with you that joyous immersion of nature we, as farmers, experience.
To help you stand with me, along the margins of that line between earth and sky
To help you breathe in the warmth of our day
Or the scents of the night wafting on the breezes
To show you that stunning moon stretching fathomless away, — way among the spheres of stars, in worlds that gods walk, and starlight showers down, like petals falling from over-blown roses
I want to draw your eyes and hearts upward, beyond those thoughts that farmers are dull and stupid and dumb…tillers of the soil with no real ablity in their heads, no real ambitions, no real interest in living.
I hope that I can, with this daily blog, lift your hearts, your minds, and your souls to the music of the earth, the light of the sun, and the moon in the tree shadows.
(Some of my photos on today’s post are from my past photos.)
From my world to your heart,