For the past three weeks, I have been trying to follow an adage my father often used, "Don't tell people what you're going to do, tell them what you've done." He was a big believer in not sharing plans or ideas prematurely, but keeping plans close to the belt while all the details were being worked out. I doubt he would have worded it this way, but it was his way of clearing the field of energy so that the idea could unfold naturally. My father, despite growing up in very difficult circumstances and with only an eighth grade education, managed to educate himself, picking up a great deal of wisdom along the way to his own version of the American Dream. I try to remember what he shared with me and follow that wisdom as I shape my own course in life. A growing enthusiasm for its unfoldment, and its nearness, allows me to share my big news with you today.
I have found my property.
My sons are referring to it as my "slice of heaven" and my own "Paradise." These feel like apt descriptions to me.
Taking this big step again is a bit scary. With owning this piece of land comes a responsibility to it. It has been lovingly cared for throughout the years and it deserves my utmost respect and dedication.
This is the view from the porch of the 100 year old log cabin that also sits on the property. It's waiting to see how I will use its very cool space.
We are stardust.
We are golden.
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden...
~from "Woodstock," by Joni Mitchell