A barn to call our own

Sometimes the universe is so creative in solving problems that it leaves me in a state of wonder.

This week we entered into an agreement to rent space in a barn that is outside my window at work. We'll have two horses there - the second horse will be a surprise, you'll meet him in a week or two.

My prayers have been to live with horses again,  to see them every day. But right now, for reasons that are complex, we aren't moving.

But given how much I work, this is darn close to living with my horses.

And we'll be able to ride on the surrounding acres, park our trailer, set up horse keeping.

Across the street from my office.

I envision many mornings and lunch breaks with the smell of hay, with a nicker of hello, with a shared exhale into one another's noses...

When I tell people about my new job, I say I won the lottery. And this is just more proof.

I'll be posting more details about this old barn, which has been part of a wool mill and a whiskey distillery in it's time. It will have so much to say to me.

Right now the main word I hear is Welcome.