Nearly five months ago, mateo and I drove away from Austin Rd. We have not been back, yet. His birthday was September 5th and there was a huge party at the farm. I was surprised with the number of people that came. It felt like a going away party. Two days later the movers came and packed many of our belongings into a truck and drove away. I had been sorting and packing for about 3 weeks, and in one hour, all was packed up and headed north. A good friend came the next evening and helped with the farm type items that needed to be moved and prepared for loading the next morning. The last morning. September 8th, 2022, when mateo willingly climbed into the car and we drove away from Austin Rd. The car that was stuffed to bursting with dear, personal items and snacks for the 300 mile drive north.
Here we are, living on a 65 acre farm at the end of a dead end road. To the east of this land lies a large, wild, wooded county land area. So it's ours too. Ours to wander on, exploring the hills and following the creek for miles. To the south of the land where we live lies a 40 acre piece of woods, land locked from public access and deserted by its human "owners" who live in Florida. So it's our too. Ours to wander on, climbing hills and hugging the trees. We live in a wilderness. Again. But this time we're at the end of a dead end road so there's no traffic, no neighbors, nobody. Isolated. Can you feel the deep fulfillment of my heart, the deep, intimate Love of God expressed in the details of our new home?
I can.
