My world is small.
And I like it that way.
Some days it is only Rustic Russ and I.
And of course the horses.
Rustic Russ has an up close world.
Touching, feeling, smelling.
Dirt.
Sweat.
Contentment.
My world is one from behind the glass window of my Wee House.
Preparing, typing, planning.
These are the choices I make.
But why?
What would happen if I stopped everything tomorrow, and shut the gate, never to leave again.
To be content in my little world.
Once I’m ready to experience it, is it going to be too late?
That’s a question I need to chew on.
Until tomorrow ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
Interesting…I wonder if your post, like mine, has something to do with our conversation about our own “two worlds?”
Comment by Shannon Miller — April 21, 2009 @ 6:00 pm