On this cold, blustery day, I'm wishing for a quiet moment in the woods, surrounded by the sounds of the Earth breathing. Instead, I'm cooped in a house, in town, surrounded by the sound of school bus's, car engines and random shouts of children laughing as they walk home from school. I love this life. This simple life of schedules, video games and board games. But I want more. I yearn for the life of my childhood. No TV. Horses in the field. Hiding in hay bales. Making sand chairs to watch the clouds go by.
This is the life we have chosen for the moment, I accept that. But I dream of moments where a walk in the woods, means 10 feet out the back door. I dream of barn stalls to muck, ducks to chase, rabbits to plant gardens for, and the simple farm life. If asked where does my heart beat, where does my soul settle, I'd answer, "In the barn.".
Jon made this wood wall plaque as a Christmas gift for someone else. I commandeered it and claimed it as my own. Jon still needs to cut out the outer perimeter, but this scene settled something in me. So, for now, I'll hang this on my living room wall and when I look at it, I'll dream of the someday Jon and I will have with a barn of our own.
If you are interested in a family plaque like the one pictured, message me or comment with your email address, I'll send you details.