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07.17.09

Farm life is simple, peaceful and Me. I love it here. I love the daily chores that keep my moving body coated with a film of healthy perspiration. I love how fit I feel. How I don't mind getting dirty and how, on a hot day, I can feel the water from the hose evaporating off of my skin.
I love the animals. More than anything, I love the animals. But I also love the plants. They feel so alive, but not just in a biologically sense; they seem to beam with wisdom. I honestly envy them. The way they dance to the music the wind orchestrates. And all the pretty colours. Colours I can only immitate.
I wonder if they love me back? If they look down at me with care and the desire to protect me. I hope so, because they remind me to love myself and all the people who love me. They are peace to my heart.
When I was little they were my playground and my hiding spot. They were like a lost country just for me. All for me. I was Pocahontas, I was Tinkerbell and most often I was just a monkey swinging in the trees. I felt so safe and just utterly fearless climbing those branches, or hidden in the long grass. I felt a sisterly love for all the flowers that I picked. I wanted to protect them and never allow them to become damaged.
Maybe I was just a silly girl, but that world was more of a home to me than my technical home was. My favourite memory is the dew on the soles of my feet from the early mornings in grandpa's back yard.
I missed the smell of the world. I love being home.