Here we are. We are townies. A good six months of almost daily house showings and we have gotten beyond the selling of a city home, beyond the moving of a big family, beyond settling in to a new home. Here we are…we are HERE!
Our town sits atop a little hill and the prairies sweep and fall away from the edges. Prairie grass dances and this dance carries a swishing sound to my starving ears; along with it comes a feast of what you first think is silence till your city ears morph into calmer capabilities. Our town has two beautiful old churches that due to their being at least a 100 years old look like something out of a fairy tale… And you can’t imagine my delight when we heard the old bell ring out the first time! The bell still calls to mass! We rarely hear traffic but the nearest dairy farm can be heard when the cows are calling to be milked. The morning doves in our neighbouring trees can be heard cooing through out the day. The nesting starlings give us very vocal trouble as soon as we emerge from the house, as they are protecting babies just outside the front door. Owls whoooo starting at dusk and coyotes laugh and play in the fields just four houses down. I spend a good deal of time with my mouth clamped shut and my ears eagerly attentive to it all. It can feel like drinking from the fire hose of beauty and calm when you first start taking it all in, drowning was never so appealing.
One isn’t meant to spend a life demanding more then one is capable of handling. Letting Christ move me back to small town prairie life, and accepting this lovely old character home instead of a farm in the northern woods, was a long time coming. The Lord faithfully walked me, with great patience, down the path of falling in love with the prairies and being thankful, deeply thankful, for what HE decides to give me.
TTFN
Always Lady Mac an Rothaich
