Grace Country

This sweet girl has been by my side, 

ever since my first day on the farm.

I remember her little white calf-self approached me to give me the once over.

I felt I had to pass her inspection to gain entrance through the gate.

I knew then that she'd be special.

That was 12 years ago.

The farm is definitely my saving grace.

I can start out having a rough-semi-emotional-

snarky-kind-of-day ,

and come back home full of peace and contentment.

It takes no time to find my serenity

 by simply tromping through the pastures, gathering snapshots of my

cow-kids, counting mourning doves as they perch on the fence line,

while listening to the soothing sounds of the herd as they munch and moo around me

(and always a snuggle and a lick or two).

No matter what kind of day I am having, 

it seems I'm always brought back to my center.

Welcomed and nourished.

The space envelopes me.

It doesn't care if I'm frustrated or snarky.

Or that my hair is a mess.

Or that I come in mis-matched clothes and dirty-worn boots.

It just seems happy to have me back,

and willing to hold space for me to rest & regroup. 

I'm most at ease there.

 I can sit with nature, and

gather my thoughts along with other parts of myself that have gone astray.

It's my place of grace in this busy world.

Once I wander onto the farm...

it's always a bit of a challenge for me to leave again.

" I do not at all understand the mystery of grace--

only that it meets us where we are

 but does not leave us where it found us."

~Anne Lamott~

xoxo

💝