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Sometimes the very thing you don’t think you can make time to do is the very thing you must make time to do.  I stepped out the front door with the dogs last night, strolled down the driveway and sat down in the sage to watch the sunset, be nearer to the water, hear the birds, feel the breeze and be still.  Life right now is feeling too fast and too full.  I’m sick with something but I’m getting through it.  Robbie keeps telling me that I am living fully when my stress levels are low and that means making sure I walk the dogs in the morning, ride a horse in the evening, work hard and find some stillness every day.  I recently told someone that when we bought the farm it was a deep relief to me.  This place came to us after years of dividing our lives between Idaho and Washington, years of over-working myself, years of being (lightly and heavily) abused by others, two-and-a-half years of being stalked by a malicious individual (the term “stalking” was applied by the police who helped me with the situation though I was never able to obtain a restraining order or press charges of any kind)……………and all the other general wear and tear of life.

This place has been my solace, my healing grounds, my safe haven after years of feeling tired, hurt and afraid.  When I sit in the sage over my section of the river with my dogs in the echo of the wildflowers under the broad wing of God, my soul takes its rest and I know all is well — and if it isn’t, it shall be.

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