Living life one project at a time

This journey I am on…….

on December 17, 2014

A bit over 2 and a half years ago my husband and I purchased our little patch of heaven,  42 acres of wooded bliss.  It has a a river that runs the entire back border of the property, a 3 acre field, almost smack dab in the middle of the acreage and our dream house will be about 1000 feet from the main road, tucked in the woods.  We have so much wildlife out there: bunnies hop to and fro, ruffled grouse can be heard drumming (seriously, the first time I heard it I thought someone was trying to start a dead tractor…..a little city girl don’tcha think?), white tailed deer and we’ve spied fox, coyotes, bears and moose on our trail cameras. In the spring time, as soon as we hit the driveway, the truck windows get rolled down and it’s radio silence so we can hear the birds chirping and singing, darting through the forest, flitting from branch to branch.  If you stand still enough, and breathe deeply enough, you can hear the brook bubbling in the background.

In the summer months you can hear the chubby, clumsy bumblebees buzzing from flower to flower, watch the honeybees land on their hives, their baskets full of pollen.  You can hear the rooster crow from just down the road and smell the clover growing in our field. It’s amazing and captivating and enchanting and extraordinary.  The very first time I stepped foot on that property, it filled this hole I had in my soul.  A hole I didn’t even know existed. This little piece of earth filled me with peace. THIS is where I am supposed to be.

And the dreams began……I dream of a little red barn, nestled in the corner of the field, walking out to it in the early morning light.  The mist hanging heavy in the air, smelling of fresh hay (and probably manure, ha!), hearing the sheep baa-ing and the mini cow (yes their real!) moo-ing and the chickens clucking.  I dream of a pond big enough for the boys to splash the hot summer days away or do a little fishing in. Of hearing big ole bullfrogs and crickets serenading us to sleep. I dream of white picket fences and flowers galore. Of porch rocking chairs and tall glasses of ice cold lemonade sparkling in the summer sun.  Of long winter months snuggled around the fire, knitting in my hands, with fiber from my very own sheep (but of course). I dream of this beautiful garden that will bless us with the best kind of nourishment and meat grown and harvested right from our very own land.

Just 3 years ago I didn’t really have a life dream. I can’t say that I was wandering through life aimlessly, but I didn’t really have a particular direction on where to go.  It seems this property has unlocked that for me.  In the last 2 years I have become a Master Gardener, a herbalist in training, a Farmers Market vendor and now I’m jumping on the whole food advocate train.  I’m growing more conscious of what I put in my body, not just food but other environmentals too. I’m learning about what toxins are entering my body, where they are coming from, if they are leaving my body and how can I help them get out.  It’s amazing to learn what our modern day environment is doing to us.

Are you interested in learning more about this?

Have you started this journey yet?

What is the best thing you’ve done to rid your body of chemicals?

2 Responses to “This journey I am on…….”

  1. Figment says:

    Your dream (property) sounds so relaxing! As my kids would say, “I wanna go there too!”

  2. Erica says:

    We have been on the detoxing journey for almost a decade now. I used to take Advair, Singular, Prednisone, Albuterol, Claritin and Alllegra. My children and I were prescribed steroid creams. My physician had a diificult time controlling my asthma and mystery rashes. I grew up gardening, so I’ve always grown some type of veggie or harvested local fruits, but then I started getting serious about eating almost everything that I either grow myself or purchase from local farmers. I detoxed our home from toxic general cleaners over a decade ago. When my 7 year old ended up in the Ped’s office before he was a week old with an angry head to toe rash I was told to go home and rewash all of his clothes and double rinse everything. that started my journey to making my own laundry products, and then our personal care products. Amazing thing….none of us use steroid creams. I am not on any asthma meds… I haven’t even used my albuterol inhaler in over 3 years. I haven’t had any mystery rashes or hives in many years. My family continues to take detox baths with epsom salts and essential oils several times a week.

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