Gracious, you!
In the wake of your generously honest, kind replies to my recent curiosity, can you believe that, as I now sit down to write, words seem to have become ethereal, dancing around like lightning bugs at dusk. Like twinkling confetti, they're whimsically looping and dipping, and decidedly unsnatchable! Oh, for a fine-weave net with which to capture some of those glittery things, because there really is so much I want to say...
First, thank you. Your words truly were and are a most generous gift. The comments, the emails, wow. I've read and considered every single one and I'm convinced, though the monologue of my words fill the most space in these pages, it is dialogue that puts this blog in its most beautiful light. Thank you for being part of the conversation.
If you've been reading here for any length of time, you know our story. It's much like yours. A story about gain, and loss. About yearning for contentment, fulfillment, and simplicity. About a new understanding and recalibration of priorities and goals. Hesitantly, yet determinedly, we began to walk toward a hazy, distant idea, each step one of faith, believing there would be ground firm enough to support our every footfall. Soon, the form of a little house took shape. A place for us. A place for us. The idea nearly blew our minds.
I placed words and photos about all this within pages that were opened on screens all over the country, and places around the world. You came. You read. And read some more. How could one woman's words, written in the dark of morning, from her little house in rural Wyoming reach so far? Somehow they did. A humble assortment on living well has brought together a tribe of amazing people.
If you came by the little house today, I'd serve up dishes of berries, drizzled in cream, with a delightful crunch of sugar on top, just to celebrate!
