My farm kids have been blessed beyond measure. Born into arms ready to move slowly and steadily, in a home where the real work of growing and preparing food is folded into the every day.
That life can also be lonely in a way, even in a home full of people. Young in’s’ on a farm learn how to be bored, to stand in wait, sit in silence. It’s boredom, silence, and wait that breaks a person open to creativity and presence. None of us want it, but once it happens we find ourselves finally thankful for sunlight or muddy puddles, front porch sitting and weather watching, an elderly neighbors story and a slow & steady evening. Farm mama’s watch their children struggle through the boredom in hope for the moment of light waiting on the other side.
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This is a portrait of Michelle Howell, a hardworking farmwife, mother of five, author, and advocate. On the left side of the bust you can read text from the poem “Anyway” that was on a wall of Mother Teresa’s home for children in Calcutta, India. “If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.” “The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.” Leslie Nichols, Artist Farmer |