Quite regularly, someone seems to say to me "Oh but doesn't that farm and all those animals really tie you down?"
Why yes, yes they do.
They tie me to starting my day when the sun rises and ending it well after the sun sets...but it means I always get to see them both.
They tie me to the rhythm of the seasons...the might of the winter blizzard, the first spring breeze carrying the scent of rain, the towering glory of a summer thunderhead and the fall of leaves from the poplar trees.
They tie me to concentrating on the chores that need to be done right now...not the regrets of yesterday nor the worries for tomorrow.
This farm and all these animals keep me tied down to earth when the rest of of the universe tries to flip me upside down.
And so I would much rather be tied down here than set adrift in the tumultuous sea I see so many others in. I find this mooring rather to my liking.
I wrote this 6 years ago now…I’ve seen it shared everywhere because it must resonate with more than just me. And in the 6 years since I first wrote these words, the tumultuous seas around us seems to grow ever more fierce, making me that much more thankful for my safe harbor here on the farm. ❤️