Each time I turn the corner, and arrive where the air is fresher, the neighbours far apart, the views breathtaking and animals galore, something happens to me. I can feel my body relax, I can see my soul is revived and I can hear a little voice telling me I’m home.
Home among the rolling hills…with windswept hair and muddy boots.
Chatting away to anyone who will listen, today it was chickens, geese and calf’s. We enjoyed some interesting conversation.
Playing peek-a-boo with horses in the field!
And when it’s time to leave, to say good-bye, it gets harder and harder to go back to streets filled with homes and roads overtaken by cars. Despite the fact I’m moving, my goal is to head to a place where my soul well and truly knows it is home…
I hope your Saturday was relaxed, rested and reclaimed!