Peace

I’m in love with this new piece of ground I will call home for the next year. I’m procrastinating and putting off all of the things that need to be done because I am caught up in childlike wonder at the beauty I have been blessed with. Staring out the window, watching maple leaves dance in the gentle breeze, I notice there are crimson flowers high in the trees. The trumpet vines have climbed to the top. The hummingbirds do not lack. Dragonflies of every color zip across the property, swarming especially when a storm is coming. There is a gate that opens deeper into the woods and an old well. There is a stone picnic table and a deer statue. It reminds me of a scene out of one of C.S. Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia books… A rock path leads around the house and in the thick of it there is an abundance of wild herbs. To the northwest of the property, there is a meadow where deer and horses graze. It’s peaceful here. So peaceful it almost makes me cry. In the background, Ludovico Einaudi softly plays, and I know I’m home, for now.