I am in love with this place. It speaks to me…
of heartbreaks healed and promises kept.
The lingering wood smoke scents the air as the rustic landscape captivates me. It pulls me in and dances with me across further snow capped peaks and nestles me near in elder Elms. I am pleased here, at peace, quiet, exhaled.
Words and new poems run through my mind- cadences and song, psalms and prayers. I think I have been burnt out for a long time. Work too hard. Expect too much of others and myself and often forget to live. The rabbit that shoots out of the brush and away in a zigzag when I startle him cares not if I answer every call or busy work myself to exhaustion. The wild world of nature will still be there if our chaos of whirlwind, human made, self righteous living were to end. It would go on, more peacefully perhaps. I breathe again and look out across the prairie and realize my soul is connected to this natural world and I come back to myself.
The prairie is so alive. Rabbits scamper under brush as owls speak in trees under foliage of vibrant hues. Hawks circle, the sky is huge here. Dauntingly beautiful, I cannot even find myself to paint. I could never match the beauty. Inspiration fuels me, revitalizes my senses.
Fall is evident in scenes I failed to notice in our past existence. Piles of firewood in country front yards. The thicker white coats on our goats. Chickens getting new feathers, laying less eggs. The winds are different, the clouds look different. The colors increased- vibrant, charged, glowing.
I watch for birds flying south so I have my timeline of preparedness. Firewood. Sweaters. Pantry full. Animal feed stocked. Chimney swept. Gutters cleaned. Garden prepped. Garlic planted.
My list never ends but may I learn to live in a simpler breath. Slower. Methodical. Meaningful. Breathe, the air is sweet upon us and Autumn is in the air.
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Long ago I discovered that working hard and constant in and of itself is just a job. But working within my own life’s rhythms, slowing now and again to watch a caterpillar inch across a leaf or marvel at the perfect shape of a lavender columbine gives me the peace to continue forward on this life’s journey. Wherever it leads you, you are finding so much beauty and purpose and, yes, peace in your travels. Blessings to you and yours.
Yes, seeing beauty in everything, even as we work. Blessings to you as well.
Thank you so much.
Beautiful…thank you for putting into words what’s in my heart. Colorado is such a magical place to call home.
It is indeed. Being a native, I sometimes take it for granted. Two interns I recently had from out east made me “re-see” Colorado. Things I forget like the huge sky and the sunsets and the mountains…all so glorious here!