What is it about a homestead that is so therapeutic? Fresh air, sunshine, livestock, edible vegetation, providing for your own food needs, baby animal cuteness…? All of those things, and more.
As we head into our youngest son’s 12th surgery in less than 4 years my heart is heavy. I head out to the barnyard for my farm therapy. I sit on a rock in the barnyard and listen to the sounds, breathe in the smells, and view the sights.
My immediate companion is the LGD, Anya, looking for some love.
Followed quickly by the goat, Pansy, who thinks she is an LGD too.
After some love they clear out, well actually, the dog heads off to more interesting things and the goat continues to demand affection. I eventually ask her to give me some space. Then the chickens come over and peck around my feet, hoping maybe I brought food with me.
The sheep are content to lay in the shade, along with a chicken companion.
Something about the area brings peace. It is calm, and steady. It is natural. I take a deep breath and take it all in. My heart relaxes a little. The farm cannot remove my concerns, but it has therapeutic powers – some that can be explained, and some that defy explanation. It helps me face the next mountain.