FARM

Visiting the farm,

pulling up to some barns and stepping out smelling animals,

grass and fresh air reminds me of ‘real’ life.

Those cats hanging around,

shaking a friendly farmer’s hand

and the presence of good, olde, down-to-earth Jamie

sporting rubber boots and an oversized long-sleeved shirt seem “real to me”.

 

 

 Then time somehow stops in its mysterious sort of way.

Here I am without an agenda.

A place just to ‘be’.

Just to ‘be’ outdoors –

to smell the smells, to observe creatures, to hold the babies,

 and simply talk with good folk.

 

 

These are the times I feel most alive.

These are the ‘real’ moments of life.

Why times like this just ‘being’ on the farm feel so real?

No-one really knows?

Perhaps it’s the intensity of using all the sense with each breath.

Perhaps it’s the freedom from society’s binding time.

Perhaps cuz there’s a part in each of us that knows

there’s something to this life that each of us was meant for.