I walked the fence lines today. Every post and wire is softly frosted and fuzzy, it’s damp and foggy. As I trudged a long the wired boundaries I examined each post, straightening the top wires that were bent from disregarding deer and adjusted a few insulators and the electric wire strand that had become unhinged from one of those ubiquitous white plastic protrusions. I moved in slow procession to each fence post removing twigs and brown dried grasses deposited here and there along the way and it felt good deep down inside. Boundaries, they endow a feeling of safety and security.
Knowing that they were secure and sure inwardly reminded me of personal boundaries in relation to life. Boundaries for sure to some may appear restrictive and cold, but they afford those whose have strong healthy ones in good working order the benefits of respect and mutually satisfying relationships. Tending to ones boundaries affords a safe place to grow, play, love and live freely without (okay, maybe not totally without ) fear. Occasionally our inward boundaries need adjustment too. Wires oftentimes get crossed, become worn, tattered, or worse, broken down. Emotional unrest, disrespect and anger often accompany boundaries that are not well tended to. On the farm and in life!
I’m pretty sure that on more than one occasion, no, I’m positive, I’ve leapt over another’s boundaries and in my zest bent a few wires. It’s not the nature of only fauna. :/
A bright and shiny New Year is upon us! May yours be filled with hope and grace and boundary-less creative inspiration. Can’t wait to be back here soon, with you… sharing the good stuff.
P.S. Good words to share…
“True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity, before it is entitled to the appellation.” ~George Washington
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