Gosh, wasn't it funny' A new world, a new start. Life's journey.
The girl yawned as she stretched wide and got out of the toss and turned baby blue sheets and headed out to the humble kitchenette to grab some toast and an orange juice. Opening the bottle and lifting the glass full, she closed her eyes and the fresh pulp smell filled her nostrils and woke her right up. Fresh food and a good nights sleep always started the day well, and she was eager to get into the fields and have some fun. To work the muscles after the strain and languor of travel. She was tired, yes she was, but it was exciting to be able to get out into this new city and get herself started out. There were the horses to calm, the sheep to re-pen, males from females the three lambs to be fostered. She smiled tiredly in ruminating on all this, and really felt like hopping back into bed. But alas, work needed her and she needed it, it was her livelihood and her passion, and a day's rest was what she had been living out for the past fortnight. Travelling on her ass for 14 days straight, wasn't fun. Her butt still had that sensation of being heavy.
Once food was in, shower was had and the last buttons to her freshly washed tan shirt were popped, she headed out the front and into the meagre front lot where her station wagon and the broken palings of the soon to be fixed pen sat glumly. She placed her hands on her hips and surveyed the land. Her land. Satisfaction, pride and and too, a sense of loneliness each crept towards her, one at a time, a strange ebb she didn't really know. She'd never been a woman to rely on her feelings, her "intuition", she didn't believe in it, if she were to be honest. She trusted her body-if she was tired it was lack of food which was lack of time which was lack of energy, one big circle, easy to digest. No pun intended. There was nothing to sort through, no baggage she carried. She saw things as beautiful and sometimes images and people, rarely their sentences or their ideas actually arrested her, had her feel across her chest for the thrum beneath. But those moments she didn't linger on. They came with the afternoon wind and left with the morning's last drops of moonlight clinging to the sun caressed horizon. She liked that about herself, if sometimes felt the trappings of a hurry hurry lifestyle burden her in self authority, independence. How long since she had dated?
She walked out, that slight gait to her hips as she parted the wonky metal fence and headed out across the sandy stretch. She looked to the horses she had, the youngest nodding up and down, some fodder huh' She grinned and passed on, to grab the water cradle, fill her up and return, bringing with her some oats and stock and then grab some unwashed vegies for the pigs.
This life, this tending to the earth, giving to the society, the network she'd grown into, was redeeming. For all the ins and outs of the last five years, traveling here and there buying herself some shares, some more livestock, she'd become restless the more she moved. Addicted to freedom. But too, so grounded. It was a bizarre paralell, and she thought it out as she crossed the yards and rounded the squabbling hens and sour puss "Boss", rooster into their appropriate smallshacks, as she called them. So much on her mind, so much possibility. So much to learn.
After the mornings rounds she walked over to her car and leant back against it. Sweat had beaded into her hairline and along the nape of her neck and the pronounced indentations of her collarbone. She could feel it there, moist along the rim of her jeans, and knew she'd have to take a shower tonight. Maybe even spruce up and go check out the "scene". She felt the urge to meet some new people. Maybe start an actual life in this place. It had a good vibe, and for what she took to know as a "soul" was celebratory. She felt so positive, and despite herself amongst all that she knew she had yet to do, she grinned broadly, and turned and headed off inside to make a few phone calls and unpack some boxes.
Life was good.
The girl yawned as she stretched wide and got out of the toss and turned baby blue sheets and headed out to the humble kitchenette to grab some toast and an orange juice. Opening the bottle and lifting the glass full, she closed her eyes and the fresh pulp smell filled her nostrils and woke her right up. Fresh food and a good nights sleep always started the day well, and she was eager to get into the fields and have some fun. To work the muscles after the strain and languor of travel. She was tired, yes she was, but it was exciting to be able to get out into this new city and get herself started out. There were the horses to calm, the sheep to re-pen, males from females the three lambs to be fostered. She smiled tiredly in ruminating on all this, and really felt like hopping back into bed. But alas, work needed her and she needed it, it was her livelihood and her passion, and a day's rest was what she had been living out for the past fortnight. Travelling on her ass for 14 days straight, wasn't fun. Her butt still had that sensation of being heavy.
Once food was in, shower was had and the last buttons to her freshly washed tan shirt were popped, she headed out the front and into the meagre front lot where her station wagon and the broken palings of the soon to be fixed pen sat glumly. She placed her hands on her hips and surveyed the land. Her land. Satisfaction, pride and and too, a sense of loneliness each crept towards her, one at a time, a strange ebb she didn't really know. She'd never been a woman to rely on her feelings, her "intuition", she didn't believe in it, if she were to be honest. She trusted her body-if she was tired it was lack of food which was lack of time which was lack of energy, one big circle, easy to digest. No pun intended. There was nothing to sort through, no baggage she carried. She saw things as beautiful and sometimes images and people, rarely their sentences or their ideas actually arrested her, had her feel across her chest for the thrum beneath. But those moments she didn't linger on. They came with the afternoon wind and left with the morning's last drops of moonlight clinging to the sun caressed horizon. She liked that about herself, if sometimes felt the trappings of a hurry hurry lifestyle burden her in self authority, independence. How long since she had dated?
She walked out, that slight gait to her hips as she parted the wonky metal fence and headed out across the sandy stretch. She looked to the horses she had, the youngest nodding up and down, some fodder huh' She grinned and passed on, to grab the water cradle, fill her up and return, bringing with her some oats and stock and then grab some unwashed vegies for the pigs.
This life, this tending to the earth, giving to the society, the network she'd grown into, was redeeming. For all the ins and outs of the last five years, traveling here and there buying herself some shares, some more livestock, she'd become restless the more she moved. Addicted to freedom. But too, so grounded. It was a bizarre paralell, and she thought it out as she crossed the yards and rounded the squabbling hens and sour puss "Boss", rooster into their appropriate smallshacks, as she called them. So much on her mind, so much possibility. So much to learn.
After the mornings rounds she walked over to her car and leant back against it. Sweat had beaded into her hairline and along the nape of her neck and the pronounced indentations of her collarbone. She could feel it there, moist along the rim of her jeans, and knew she'd have to take a shower tonight. Maybe even spruce up and go check out the "scene". She felt the urge to meet some new people. Maybe start an actual life in this place. It had a good vibe, and for what she took to know as a "soul" was celebratory. She felt so positive, and despite herself amongst all that she knew she had yet to do, she grinned broadly, and turned and headed off inside to make a few phone calls and unpack some boxes.
Life was good.