Freshly Fallen Rain
As I held Freeda after Monday’s freshly fallen needed rain, spring’s marvel was reawakened with each continuously deeper inhalation I took. Dusk set in, and I was reminded of holding Forrest five years previous at the organic, educational farm we served our Americorp VISTA internships at, and thinking what a gift it was to be able to provide such pure, natural living to a child. Sweetly singing robins surveying the soils in the majestically misted glow of the evening with the simple song of Freeda’s coos accentuated all my gratitude for having purpose in a life outside of the enclosed walls I had been accustomed to in a previous life. Staring in reverence at the onions and their vibrancy after the fallen rain, Freeda and I stood together as queens as the realization of the moment Now sunk deeper into my psyche and Thoreau’s words from Walden reverberated from within:
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
The definitive dream has yet to be established by our family, but the journey has been amazing. Thank you to all that have supported our travels thus far, and thank you for your continuous words of gratitude for the efforts we make in sharing the glories harvested by the many hands that pass through these soils.