When my Mom and Dads farm was sold.. I didnt really keep a lot.. a saddle or two.. some beams from the old barn.. a huge black post that is now the gate post for my round pen.. and a flat stone Dad had in front of his barn.. its three foot square. about 8 inches thick.. and at least 300 pounds... the top is worn smooth from generations of boots and hooves walking over it.. Sunday.. Easter.. I looked at the goat barn.. and decided I needed that stone there.. for years it has leaned against my barn.. no real place to put it.. Yesterday.. It found a place... I walked it from the horse barn to the goat barn.. leveled the ground.. and laid it in place... as I stepped on it to go into the barn.. I felt a contentment come over me.. a feeling of Life coming full circle.. its just a big flat rock.. my hands are torn and sore from wrestling it into position... but to me.. its a quiet monument to my Parents.. a nod to all they ever taught me.. to live simply.. be sturdy in your beliefs... to finish what you start.. It may not seem like much to most people.. but to me its an anchor.. a strong tie to who I am.. to what I am.. Thank you Mom and Dad... for everything...
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 09:36:52 +0000
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