Quiet moments on the ranch have always been where I find my peace.
Be it at my childhood home or my current one, riding horseback through a pasture or looking over a herd of cows from a quiet hillside provided the kind of peace my introspective, people-pleasing self required.
Those moments rejuvenated my soul and refreshed my mind.
For me, finding solitude in the uninterrupted beauty of ranch life means regaining perspective. It’s hard to be pompous when you ponder the magnitude of God’s creation and your teeny-tiny place in it!
Then, without warning, independent access to the meaningful outdoors was snatched by a broken ankle😕
Four weeks into a long healing process, my brain feels like mush, and I’m sick of the house!
Of course, all is far from lost. I’ll regain my independence and once again find my peace. I’ve been able to slow down and really see our children, really watch my family live their full lives.
There’s peace in all of that. Perhaps, however, the greatest gift is realizing beauty and blessing lie where you are willing to see them … mush-brain and all😎