There’s No Place Like Home

Here’s a question for you? Is it wrong that I just want to become a recluse? My recent work trips got me thinking how I want to retreat into the quiet and solitude of Old Stone Well Farm. And I realized, too, that I have been fearing this desire to become a blessed homebody (a better word I think than being “a recluse”).

I think the fear is that if I do give in to solitude, people will forget me when it comes to speaking engagements and writing assignments. Will how I make a living suffer? But where’s my trust in God? Isn’t it better to nurture our souls than run ourselves ragged?

We are always growing in the Spirit and, for me, each decade of my life has been marked by change. So why wrestle with letting go of who I once was and embrace the who I can be?

It’s time to enter into this new stage of quiet retreat in my life, for there really is no place like home. And so, my friends, pull up a chair and join me for visit today.

Make sure to like and comment and invite a friend, for there is room in this little 18th century home in Vermont for everyone!

Blessings!





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