The dog days of summer are here in Vermont, with many hazy, lazy days. But as I continue to seek a slower and simpler life, well, life continues to surprise me.
What started out as a typical quiet day turned into a lesson of the power of caring for those in need. Three little birds fell out of their nest and I had to figure out how to do my best to save them.
The story has a happy ending, but it led to a larger narrative that I began to explore as I wondered who would be there to catch me when I fall?
I soon realized that was the wrong question to ask. Helping hands are all around and often it is when we step out of our own needs and worries to ease the situation of another, well, that is when we find peace and wholeness.
In today’s world, what would it look like if we all committed to do our best to reach out and help another?
Lots to ponder.
So pull up a chair and join me at Old Stone Well Farm, where the welcome mat to my 18th century homestead is always out! And let me know your thoughts?
When was the last time you looked at your hands and realized they are not small at all, but have the ability to amazing acts of kindness and compassion?
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Blessings!