It is easy to get anxious, depressed in today's world.
I was drawn to the news on the internet, TV like a moth to a flame. I felt wired. How bad can things get?
I got in my car. My cousins were coming from Oregon for their annual visit to the farm.
The Farm is in Vermont. It has been in the family for over 100 years. I have been visiting on a regular basis since 1968.
Driving into the valley below the farm, I could feel myself beginning to unwind. As I drove up the driveway I took a deep breath.
Here is a place that doesn't change. It restores my soul.
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Your writing is "my place". As always, I read, I breathe, and in gratitude I remember I belong to her/you---no matter how distantly--
There MUST be some good in me too.
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