When it got to the part of the journey where the protagonist and his Holy Man pal arrived in North Dakota at the man's family farm, I appreciated the description of the land and place, as it reminded me of Montana, and very much of where I live now. Everything that is described in this citation could and has happened on our farm. Here's the excerpt:
"In order to appreciate the place, you have to get out of your car and walk the fields-- say, just after the wheat has been harvested and the hay rolled into bales as tall as a man. You might come upon a prairie rattlesnake under one of those bales, and you might see a scampering cottontail or two, and you'll likely startle a covey of pheasant, partridge, or ruffled grouse in the sagebrush and wild prairie rose near the river. But mostly, if you stand quietly for a time, you'll get a sense of the vastness of the sky and of the land beneath it, a great, rich, untroubled emptiness that feeds a good percentage of the world."
We have been able to drive through a good portion of Montana and North Dakota on our way to Wisconsin for another FUE get-together, this time in Bayfield, WI, home of the Apostle Islands National Lakeshore. I'll post more about the conference after we get back, but it's always good to get together with our Farmers Union family. :)
At the farm right now, we left behind fields of ripening wheat and barley and hay in bales waiting to be picked up and brought to the yard. When we get back, we'll be readying the combine and the yard for harvest, but it's nice to have this time away right now, before things get crazy at home.
If you're looking for a good book, check out Breakfast With Buddha. You'll find some excellent imagery and descriptions of locales all across the US, some delightful characters and comedic moments, and you might gain deeper insight into your soul's contentment, too. Here in north-central Montana, we'll just keep on considering the vastness of sky and land and revel in our own understanding that there's more here than emptiness. This land feeds the world but also feeds the soul.
|Photo by my mom, Penny Adam.|