A friend organized a get-a-way from the city last month. I didn’t know where we were going or what we were doing ahead of time. All the friends going were Deaf, so Dan and I were looking forward to a day practicing our Chinese Sign Language. As it turns out, it was a day of not only language practice and friendship, but of soul filling beauty.
Growing up I liked hearing your stories, Dad, of reading on the tractor 🙂 as you helped farm wheat in Montana.
On this day, thanks to a farmer on a completely different continent, on a completely different farm, my soul was filled with overwhelming peace on the edge of a wheat field.