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Terrica Joy

Intentional Living, Beautiful Moments, & The Art of Being Present

July 3, 2013

A Quiet Stroll Down a Dirt Road

by Terrica Joy in Our Family


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Want to take a little stroll in the country with me?  

We'll move slowly, deliberately, drinking it all in the way we were meant to.  I'll point out all the pretty things like a lush pear tree full of fruit, looming, blooming crape myrtle draped against a perfect country garden and whimsical row of rusted shovels. 

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Friendly goats begging for a petting, spaghetti squash lounging beneath green vines, straw hat and overalls doing the evening picking... just as the day before, the day after.  

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Happy chickens searching for bugs, antique insulators in shades of aqua blue, baby okra reaching for the sun, a little goat named Grasshopper putting on a show.

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The man tending stalks, quietly, intentionally.  Sugar sweet corn, perfect even raw straight from the stalk.   A crossing marking the spot where trees are milled into lumber and lovingly crafted into beautiful benches, chests, serving boards.

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A dirt road where I spent decades of life and hope to spend decades more, buckets of ears, green tomatoes on the vine.

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A roadside sea of sunflowers, small harvest to bring home, and a darling girl we'd have to drag away despite being so exhausted from the fullness of perfect summer fun that she'd sleep nearly the next two days.

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Most people would glance at these images and see nothing more than a simple country homestead.    

I see beauty in every direction I look.  Intention, sweat, long hours of dedication and devotion.  I see a family built, provided for, fought for.  I see faith, in more things than I can count.  I see humility and pride waltzing together perfectly, precisely the way they should.  I see growth, I see hope, I see love.

I see home. 

I marvel to think I was made to live here, grow here, become myself here.  It was no accident, not in the least. Rarely a single day passes I'm not grateful.  Grateful, for all of it. 

 Have a lovely day, friends!  Drink in every beautiful moment, no matter how small.

 

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