I begin this page with every intent to share, teach, learn and most importantly to heal. If you know me personally you know that this is how I live my life. Recently, I have had to move the heal to the front of the line. One of my wise sisters reminded me that part of healing is releasing and sometimes that means people, places and things. Not always an easy task, but necessary. So, as I ponder out the kitchen window this morning over coffee, I was inspired by another blog site from a local lady that I respect. Her small family farm pictures are incredible and I found myself remembering a distant life of being raised on a small family farm. As with all aspects of life, we have our good times, bad times, hard times and now healing times. These experiences are what shapes us and makes one push onward.
Farm life is like that. Some farms are strictly for the pleasure of pursuit, the crop may fail, but in a pinch you can go to the store and get what you need to feed the family on the way home from the office. The farm I was raised on was for survival. We did what we needed to do. When something failed, we found a way to make it work, or in some cases, work around it. It was a hard life, but one that dramatically influenced my choices in every aspect of my 46 years.
Farming and country living puts you in connection with another side of the life cycles and the energy that runs beneath our feet, and the early autumn breeze that drifts around our face. My healing is mine to own and now it is time to embrace it fully as the season of change is upon me. I am no longer a farmer of the above description, but a dweller on the country ridge. So tonight, as I light my candles
