country life thankful

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One of my favorite things to do is sit with a journal or a good book or a friend and dream and pray and think. Something about the time spent quietly, thoughtfully, undisturbed is satisfying to my otherwise busy, crazy, full to the brim life. Today, I sat on our porch with my journal and a cup of mocha (the usual: organic cocoa, organic raw milk, raw honey) and I was overwhelmed with thankfulness.

Sometimes the peace and quiet of the country is so second nature that I don’t even notice it. Living on a farm away from the city is a beautiful thing. I forget the rush of the streets and the noise of the traffic. I forget the heat from the concrete and the masses of strangers encountered minute by minute.

I never imagined that I would live on a farm. The closest I ever got was the annual sheep to shawl event at Oatland Island or the elementary school fair petting zoos. I never dreamed that my husband would be a full time farmer/beekeeper.

I never thought about how food was grown or where eggs came from, when I walked down the street to the grocery store as a kid, except for the time our hippie babysitter filled my mind with PETA propaganda and I signed up for brochures and newsletters and attempted to boycott every company under the sun, for the sake of animal rights. I desperately wanted to be a vegetarian then, but I just couldn’t give up London broil or pasta carbonara. Now, even though we eat meat at least we know it was raised in the most humane way possible and we don’t waste any of it or take it for granted.

So, although I never fathomed country life for myself, here I am. Breathing this fresh country air. Drinking this clean water. Eating this amazing food. Loving living in the heart of Georgia, dreaming about the next chapter and trying desperately to be still today.

DISCLAIMER: I’m certain that a semi colon is in order somewhere in my random run-on sentence rant, but I’m just not sure where and quite frankly, it’s a rare time that the entire house is quiet and I can sit a spell to write, so please pardon my grammar and thank you so much for taking time away from your own  day to read these ramblings. XO!!!

5 thoughts on “country life thankful

  1. Oh the quiet moments are so refreshing. And we know it, why is it so hard to make them and to take them sometimes?!

    P.S. Spring in northern Michigan is so noisy, I’m pretty sure you should experience it! The spring peepers and in over drive!

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