The farmhouse I live in sits on a little more than two acres. . . .

But I have come to know that in these two acres there is intense and quiet activity that is happening twenty-four hours a day. I miss most of it. I get caught up in what must be done and therefore fail to experience the sunsets, the budding of the raspberries, the rusting of old farm implements in the earth, the building of wasp nests, and the death of old trees. But I feel the vibration of it all and I want to know this eventfulness better. Even just a little bit better!

Gunilla Norris, Journeying in Place