To have peace in life is to have a precious gift that has no price.
As I lifted my arms on that hill, breathing in fresh mountain air in the silence, I could only feel the peace in my heart. Before I die, I want to turn this dream of mine into reality and yes, I do feel that the time will come to do this.
A small patch of land with no debts and no worries. What more can one want?
So come and have a look at my dream.
Far away from the traffic rush and the maddening crowds. Yet within a reasonable distance from a hospital due to failing health. A place where one can awake to birdsong and all of the other sounds of nature.
To build a simple little house suitable for basic living with a shower outside under the heavens to wash under the stars.
A little homemade bridge across a stream to our front door.
Marian helping me to restore her old tractor. (Remember this is a dream)
A place to look after her chickens and where she can play with her small goats. Oh we will also have fresh eggs and a cow for fresh milk.
Nature all round will be untouched and allowed to grow to its supreme best.
And of course many flowers to maintain the beauty in our minds.
Yes, we will also plant our own organic and fresh vegetables.
And a priority will be to have expansive views as it fosters one's freedom feelings.
Finally the ocean will also be within an easy reach for our afternoon walks.
A dream that has no pretensions or malice in it. Just to live untouched by the grind and disappointments of what we call life.
Something like my favorite poem.
Weaving our soul’s garments
We are all busy weavers. Forever are we throwing the
shuttle backward and forward, each moment leaving
one new thread in the web of our life, which shall stay
there forever. Every thought, every feeling, every motion,
every light fancy that plays but for a moment in the soul,
becomes a thread which is instantly a permanent part of the
life we are living.
Our words and acts are threads clean and
beautiful or stained and blemished, according to their moral
character. Thus we are forever weaving, and the web that we
make our souls must wear in eternity. How important it is
that we put into this fabric only threads of immortal beauty!
If we do God’s will always, and train ourselves to think over
God’s thoughts, and to receive into our heart the influences of
God’s love and grace, and to yield ever and only to God’s Spirit,
we shall weave for our souls a seamless robe of righteousness
which shall appear radiant and lovely when all earth’s garments
have faded and crumbled to dust.
In Green Pastures – JR Miller 1927
As they say; maybe one day this dream will come true for us.
And That's All Friends.
Photos by Zac Smith-All Rights Reserved.
Camera: Canon Powershot SX60HS Bridge camera.
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