Sometimes I feel like my brain is a train traveling on a track. Going so fast; it can't possibly stop. Random images pass the windows of my mind like blurs. I try to catch them but they are traveling much too fast. Thoughts I want to grab hold of and think through to completion, if only the train would slow down just for a little while. It's just moving much too fast.
Today I am reclaiming my blog as a means to collect my thoughts.
We have dedicated the summer of 2016 to slow. Well I did. My family seems to be falling in line with my thinking. I am sure they don't really care and John will enjoy the break. I am not sure what that means for BLACKberry Fields long term but this year it means no roasting chickens, no pigs. No stringing fence and counting cows for other people. No bottle feeding orphan lambs. Good thing my brother-in-law and sister just opened the new butcher shop in town right?
I want to focus on reclaiming our home. Getting rid of the clutter and unnecessary things we have collected over the years. We have too much stuff. To many things to crowd our space. I find it suffocating. I long for simple. Perhaps simple will help quiet my mind.
I started when John's Dad moved out for the second and final time in a year. Never again will I be displaced from my bedroom. Our space. Never again will I disrupt my family and our home.
We have started reclaiming our yard. Last summer our goats left. Energy, time and money forced us (me) to sell our small herd. Though I can't say I regret the experience because I truly loved having goats, there was a significant amount of loss. Our family really can't deal with much more grief.
This summer we have laying hens and ducks. I am satisfied with that. I can work on my gardens as energy allows because lets face it that's where I am truly the happiest. My hands and feet in the cool earth.
WE can continue to clean up the yard and what the goats destroyed. Replant some fruit trees.
Slowly we can reclaim John's shop and the trailer. Perhaps build a harvest table. He can remember what he use to enjoy.
Sending love and light from the hill.
