I dream of a future life filled with wide open spaces.
To look out the window and see acres of green grass as far as the eye can see. There are animals all around. The dogs bark at the birds and chase the cows. Horses graze peacefully among themselves and the pesky cat lays in the morning sun sprawled across the front steps.
Casually we sip our freshly made coffee on the porch from the well worn comfy chairs. We watch the sunlight creep in while we motivate and plan for the day ahead. The unorganised pile of work boots are scattered beside the front door and covered in dust from the day before.
There is so much to do today as there is everyday. Checking fences, separating the heifers and steers to ween them from their mothers, feeding the chickens, ensuring the water levels of the dams are just right, domestic chores like laundry to get you by and so much more…but it doesn’t matter. It feels so good to be here.
I can breathe,
I feel calm and free,
totally at peace.
My eyes are closed, I can see it and it feels close enough to touch. I never realised how badly I yearn for this. Every day I begin to understand it more and more.
As I open my eyes all I see is cemented pavements and shiny skyscrapers. The city life is a trap for my wanting heart. I am just doing what I have to do to get by. I have been here way too long.
The twisted reality is that it is impossible to find the country from within the city. Where do I go? What do I do? How do I make the impossible possible and seek the country life that I so desperately crave?