Into The Woods

Wow.

Truly, if I were to write what I went through since I have last posted, we would be here for days. In twenty-fours time, I said goodbye to my son, moved off the farm I have lived on for twenty-three years, out of the house I lived in for eighteen years, and said goodbye to a life that I actually loved very much.

But, adventure, it beckoned.

Throughout all of that was a melee of packing, parties, goodbyes, and yes, more than a couple of things in my eyes. I knew that we were a big part of many people's lives, as they were a big part of ours, but holy feels was this past week and a half an experience in heart wrenching and letting go.

Change is awesome! It's also painful and uncomfortable at times, and let's not even get started with a paragraph about how sore my poor abused carcass is. Apparently I passed into legend on the 4th of July when I played volleyball with the kids and some awesome adults (hi Mom!) for over six hours. I knew that volleyball interlude marked the end of an era of my life, and lets say I put my all into savoring it. I still have the bruises all over my body to prove it.

As my brother, the most entertaining and amazing referee ever to exist continually said, "I'll allow it."

To be honest though, I am completely and utterly wiped out. Yesterday, was my first full day at my new home in the Montana wilderness, and I spent it putting everything away. All I have left to unpack is the office, my big log house feels very homey. There's even a corg reclining on the back of the couch.

As I start to get used to my duties and routine here in the woods I'm finding joy replacing the exhaustion. Last night, after dinner the corg and I went for an evening stroll along the lake. As I took in the scenery, my weary soul melted into a bit of elated bliss. The hubs and I have worked ourselves at a pace that is unsustainable for the past couple decades, and now, now I have this gift, a place that has the work that we both love to do, but at a pace that is nourishing rather than depleting. I feel like I am entering into an era of restorative rest and sabbatical.

I mean, how can one not feel the heals when your eyes alight on a half submerged log full of little killdeer birds talking at you? Or when your eyes skim through the trees and take in a fat whitetail doe who is staring at you like you are an invader from another planet. I don't know what all is in store for me up here in the woods, but I do definitely know that I have closed the door on a chapter of my life.

And this door is opening with the call of a loon upon a lake.

It's adventure time!

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And as pretty much all of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's got about a million steps logged on it since the last time there was a post made iPhone.

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