I’m missing the farm a lot these days. In particular the time I had to wander around outside and watch the seasons change. I have two vivid memories that creep back: one is of an early morning walk I took before work, probably around 6:00 a.m., and the other is of a nap I took in a field one Friday afternoon when the last class left.
On the morning walk I listened to Bjork on my headphones and watched the sunrise from the fire pond, and the afternoon nap was preceded by a bike ride down some bumpy dirt roads to the field. I dumped my bike in a ditch and spread out on the tall grass. Zzzzz.
I’m aware–very, very aware–of sounding whiny and privileged. More than anything, I feel overwhelmed right now and honestly, a bit disconnected from myself. My mind and heart immediately travel back to one of the more self-indulgent times in my life, during which I thought and analyzed and dreamt maybe more than I should’ve been allowed.
I want to hang on to that head space for a little while, escape for a couple more moments if I can. Lately it seems like I have to save all my big thinking (and doing) for after work or the weekend, and if I can’t actually lay in a field or watch the sunrise, I’m going to day-dream the shit out of it.
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Will - Oh man. I can relate.
Great post.
greer - I…What? Someone lost their goat?
whitney - Greer – Yes, that’s why I love the farm. Someone had an apartment to rent, someone had a missing goat.
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