It has been a while since I posted anything. We had a wonderful time and I will be writing a few blog posts about what happened on our vacation soon. I just wanted to plug back in here and get going with my blog again.
We got back home from our eleven day hunting trip on Monday night. I went back to work Tuesday and have been plagued by sinus problems since. So, all week it has been take medicine, work, take medicine, sleep, take medicine. This cycle keeps repeating itself, but this morning I am feeling much better. My Handy Man left Wednesday for San Antonio on business and he will be back today. I miss his face and cannot wait to see him. I think this week is proof that I need to live in the middle of Nowhere Texas with My Handy Man where we can just hunt, grow our own food, and forget about this concrete jungle.
If anything, this week has been hectic and has shown me how much I enjoy being out at the ranch. Our trip consisted of getting up every morning at 0500 and going out to hunt until 1000, then coming back to the ranch house to make breakfast from scratch. YUM! Then we would go do some work, take a nap (me), and get ready for the evening hunt. We would head out again at about 1530, stay out until 30 minutes after sunset, and come back to the house where we’d make dinner from scratch again. Finally, we would be snuggled in bed by 2200 on most evenings.
The next morning we would get up and do it all over again. I guess people establish a routine whether they are in the corporate world or living simply. The only difference being that my soul has peace when we are in nature. Simple things like washing dishes, cooking our food, or riding around the ranch make feel like I can breathe. There is no need for television or even a radio. We talked to each other or were silent together. There was no rushing around to try and get things done, so that we could just make it to the next day of rushing around and trying to get things done.
I know that there is always a sense of needing to get things done in life. Whether one lives on a self-sufficient homestead or not, there will always be things that need to be taken care of. It could be that the chicken coops need cleaning, the barn needs a new roof, or the tomatoes are all ripe at the same time and need canning. The contrast to that of course would be the suburban lawn needing mowed, sitting in rush hour traffic, or meeting a deadline at work. The trick is finding out what makes your heart content.
My Handy Man and I always experience a huge culture shock when we come back from The Ranch. Out there it is so dark at night that I literally cannot see my hand in front of my face if it is held out farther than a foot in front of my eyes. My husband laughs because I am a grown woman who requires a nightlight. Hey, it is serious business being in the dark when there are spiders, snakes, and scorpions to deal with! However, while it is so dark and there is not another soul for 5 miles in either direction, the stars are so brilliantly visible that it feels like there are so many more out there than in town. I know that is not the case and there are the same number of stars in the universe no matter where one happens to be, but in town there are too many lights to appreciate the beauty of the night sky.
The sound of the ranch is unique as well. It is not quiet in the middle of Nowhere Texas like one might expect. The sounds are not those of honking horns, sirens, television, music blaring, or continual chatter. The noise of The Ranch is muted but constant. The buzzing of insects, coyotes yipping, hogs squealing, wind whispering, cows grazing, turkeys gobbling, or even deer squawking make hauntingly beautiful music if one will be still and quiet enough to listen for it.
The scenes at the ranch are vastly different also. This is not a big shocker to anyone, I am sure. There are miles of emptiness full of the wonder of God’s world. It is not an abyss but it is also not filled up with the creation of man. Everywhere you look there is something to see whether it is a blooming cactus, rabbits scurrying to and fro, rock pathways laid by nature, or the heart pounding beauty of a buck skirting a tree line. One can drive for miles and miles without passing another vehicle. There seems to be an invisible line that we cross when we come back to “civilization”. Suddenly, things just move faster. Concrete rises up into buildings and freeways, billboards flash every 20 feet, thousands of cars zoom in and out of traffic like their motto really is objects in the mirror are losing, and my eyes go into graphic overload. Once that unseen line is crossed, it feels like I have just stepped forward in time about 50 years and I do not like it. I cannot wait to go back to the place where I find my peace, tranquility, and rest.
Does anyone else have a refuge of breathing space? Where is your sanctuary?