In winter I become such a hermit, it really is despicable. Around this time, however, my recluse tendencies are driving me mad.
Today was mild enough day that I was actually lured from my cave, and Bitty babycakes was even able to hitch a ride.
Inhaling the deep freshness of the air. Golden rays soaking in and warming long parched skin. It was JUST what I so very much needed.
We walked around the property a bit and inwardly I dreamed of all that we hope this place can become. I'd scout out a pen or some pasture and I could actually "see" the animals that are meant to be there, heart hopes turning into daydreams. So much to hope for, so much to plan. I realize that all will take time. Patience is all the more necessary now~baby steps.
But we have a VISION, a vision for a long-hoped for reality.
And once again, I am washed with an overwhelming gratitude for today...and for the hope of tomorrow.
In the absence of nature, my heart as grow fonder. As we trod on muddied gravel, I marvelled at all the beauty around to be noticed;
Dripping barbed wire, glistening.
The bright reflection of ice on a sunny day.
The golden glow cast even on the white snow.
A lone white pigeon in a sea of ordinary.
Snow maps and trails.
Oh-it felt SO good to be out and about. Indescribable, really.
It was good for my soul.