Morgan Brig

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7 Posts

There were 7 posts in all of 2015. There were over 200 in 2014. This is making me smile and sit back in my chair and ponder. They say that the best place to start is the beginning. Sometimes I'm not really sure where the beginning began. Birth? Retirement? Finding unconditional love within myself? Finding a piece of land that nourishes me every day? Let's pick one!

February of 2015 I wrote of changes and the land was going to close. Since then even more and more changes pass through my life and change seems to be a breeze instead of a whirlwind. Maybe that comes from being older. Sometimes I think it comes from just letting go and knowing change is whatever age we are. There is such a gorgeous freedom in that..

The country and sky here are magnificent. Every morning I wake up to a Varied Thrush meditating her 3 note chant into the world. George, the intrepid and adorable Labrapoodle, puts his chin on the edge of the bed and reminds me it's time to begin the day. Such a cuddle bug and joy. Sometimes I tell him to go back to bed for just a few more minutes while I luxuriate under the comforters and contemplate the day ahead.

I must have started this post months ago, before I posted the one before this. And the beat goes on.

Once Upon A Time

Over a year ago was my last post. February of 2015 I left the store and ventured into the forest with a plan. The plans have changed, evolved, blossomed, and the forest moves through her seasons like a dancer. Trees have fallen in the wind, roses have bloomed and faded, there are goats on the alder tree line by the cabin and a house with the framing of exterior walls sits on the edge of the western land boundary. There is also a companion, George, who's favorite pastime is leaping through the tall grasses, ferns, and horsetail by the ponds.

My first winter in the cabin

It's pouring down rain and the sound on the metal roof of the cabin stills me. The light through the skylight is golden, streaming through the carbon black clouds that flirt with the bits of blue showing through. Paradise.

Writing is good. There has been so much in a relatively short time. I am so full of contentment and looking forward. Somehow the words of it ground me and render me even more grateful.