In earlier American rural life, communities raised barns because many hands were required. These events occured in a social framework with a good deal of interdependence. Members of rural communities often shared family bonds going back generations. They traded with each other, worshipped with each other and celebrated with each other. Barn raisings were an integral part of life and socializing.

In our modern American life, communities don't mean nearly as much as they did back then. It is our family's goal to bring a sense of community back to our lives and those lives that touch ours.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Moment of Zen

   Tonight we will have a Wednesday Wonder again. It has been a while since we last had one of these. I apologize. We finally have internet again, so I will (hopefully) be posting on a more regular basis. I have many thoughts that I would like to share as the days progress, so let's keep in touch.
    I have figured out my moment of zen. A moment in the day that pleases me beyond most others. A moment just for me. Try to put yourself into my shoes, or flip flops, as I describe it for you.
    I sit on the ground in the tall grass, watching the breeze blow through it as the sun goes down. I am alone, as least from human company. The grey cat has followed me through the field and the goats are grazing all around me. I hear the children playing up at the house. The goats grind the grass between their silly teeth. The chickens are clucking their special evening cluck as they start to settle in for the night. The sun has hit the ridge in front of me, illuminating the cedars and pines for the last time today. The smell of the grass is sweet and pungent, though a bit sharp on my legs where my skirt can't reach to cover them. The air is the perfect temperature, especially after spending all day down the mountain in ninety-plus degree weather. I breathe deeply. Ah, peace. It may have only lasted a few minutes, but it was all that I needed to recharge.
    What is your moment of zen?



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  1. JJuly 25, 2011 at 4:47 AM

    The beach. Sand against my body; Cool, smooth and sometimes rough it cradles me. The sky spotty with white wisps of clouds is the most hypnotic blue. It draws my attention away from this world and soaks up noise from day to day goings on. They are washed away by the sound of the rising and falling tide. I can hear my girl chasing them.

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