I snuck away to a farm in New Jersey for four days. I have the most generous friend who has beckoned for months now, "Come. Really, it's heavenly, and you'll get so much work done."
I did. I went. I haven't had four days uninterrupted in...I don't know how long.
I can't believe a place so idyllic actually exists.
There's a funky tag team of dogs who greet you in a frenzy and then stay protectively by your door once they know they love you. (Does a Golden Retrieve ever NOT love someone)
There are two ponies,
- happily in love. And two bigger horses
- happily in love.
Each evening around 6, each pair is led , - it's so languorous and carefree. Each to their own gorgeous paddock. The older couple gets the one on the perfect hillside. The younger pair lounges in the one down by the river. Through the cool nights they nuzzle and graze.
At 6 in the morning, they are led back to where they can shelter out of the sun. There is fresh hay, a morning meal, carrots from their goofy city guest.
It's quiet. No sirens. No kneeling buses.
Cicadas, crickets, Blue herons keel in at dusk and land in the pond. The dogs bark at...
nothing I can detect.
Sleep is deep and dreamless.
I am working on shaping the book that is part of this whole new project. Daunting to say the least. But I jumped in. Deep end. Big pool
I didn't even know how much I needed that time, that space, to gather the courage.
Thank you Pam
(Ok, and you too, Roooo!)