October 21, 2010
this morning, i sat on my front porch and dreamed.
the rain had washed away the smell of the city and there was nothing to hear but the sounds of the breeze and the birds. i closed my eyes and let myself be transported to the deck of the house where i want to live in Montana.
i could almost hear the sounds of horses and chickens and goats and birds and running water. i pretended there was a Montana breeze caressing my face. i imagined the earthy smell from my muddy courtyard was the scent of the spring creek and damp grass.
i sat there, for just a few minutes, thinking and dreaming and praying.
it was hard to get up and go into the house to face my morning chores. i imagine it will be the same there.
more about my future Montana life...