A Quiet Trip to the Farm, March 2022

March 18-25, 2022

I took at 6-day, tech-free break in March, finding some space and solace in the rhythms of the countryside. I was housesitting for my sister, taking care of a couple of cats, and working on the historic property.

It was hard work, non-scheduled, completely ordinary, astoundingly quiet, frustrating at times, soaringly blissful. The week was accompanied by the gentle crescendo sound of the spring dawn chorus, the ticking of a 70-year-old tractor engine, the wind in the trees, the angry flap of the disturbed buzzard’s enormous wings as they parkour out of the corn crib. The mockingbird and I discussed our challenges, the oil got under my fingernails, and the window creaked in the usual spot. I got some things done. Some things didn’t go according to plan. Invisible hands held me.