Yesterday, our little family of four took a trip 150 miles north to visit my grandmother in the hospital. Traveling north has been part of our family for years and years. When I was little, we would take trips up to my Mimi and Popi’s house for holidays and more. So the drive up is very familiar. We pass the same farms, the same properties, the same little towns. This time, one of the farm properties had a large for sale sign in the field. This property stretched for 40+ acres with a fresh stream running through it. It had a couple houses on it, with the main house being a gorgeous log cabin. It is seriously a dream.
I quickly went on my phone to try and find the listing online to see pictures, information, and pricing. As I browsed through the images of the property, picture after picture of forest, field, and home, my heart started to long. Thoughts of my kiddos running through the field, gathering eggs from chickens, and quiet mornings with sunshine pouring through open windows. I dreamed of a different kind of busy. The kind of busy with dirt under fingernails. The kind of busy that doesn’t require remembering a password. The busy that satisfies after a home grown meal.
And as I looked at the listing, a property far too expensive for our family, I dreamed of what it would be like to stop and take on a different pace of life. My heart longed for a life that looked different than my own.
I longed for slow.
And as I thought about this, it made me think about all the ways we’ve abandoned slow in our lives. Don’t get me wrong, there is value in the technology world. But in our busyness, we’ve left behind the ways that allow our souls to savor.
Looking at this farm property, I felt a tug in my soul for something more. Different. I don’t really know how to explain it, now that I am writing it out. Its just that I saw the value in the slow. And if I had 1.25 million dollars, I’d go buy that property and live that dream.