The relaxing song of a stream winding through the winter woods. A hike up the creek bed to its source, springing from the hillside. The thick silence of a snow-filled valley. The crunch of snow beneath our boots. A flash and departing laugh as a pileated disappears into the forest. Trees. Tracks. Waterfalls. Icicles. Magic.
Hello, beautiful place.
I know. I've said this before. (Was that really a year and a half ago?) But I am ready to live in the country again. We're all ready. And I can feel the blockades we've inadvertently put in our path melting away without effort. It's coming. We're manifesting.
We were visiting friends last night on their farm. I took Lupine outside and she saw the stars like you can only see them in the country on a cold night. "They have more stars in the country, don't they baby?" I asked. "Yes. And we'll have more stars too," she replied. In the country. On our farm. "And chickens. We'll have chickens and I'll bring in the eggs by myself."
Yes indeed. We're all ready.
And then this morning I read my Abraham-Hicks quote of the day: "There's something so satisfying about asking and deliberately aligning your Energy and deliberately finding the familiar feeling of that, and then seeing it manifest."
I'm seeing it manifest. In my mind and in my heart.