Most of the questions I ask myself these days can be answered in two words: “Slow down.” I’ve spent the majority of my life and livelihood pressing, pushing, hurtling from one moment into the next and the next. A big benefit of the odyssey Deb and I have undertaken is that it’s allowed me to ease off my personal throttle.
This afternoon we practiced our slower pace by paying a visit to Deb’s cousin at his home an hour east of here. We’d been there in May, briefly, but this time we stayed longer and relaxed more.
The drive into the lush, green Arkansas countryside was half the joy of it — snaking through the hills, passing humble homesteads and isolated farms and, finally, rolling up the crude road to his mountaintop cabin.
The hours we spent rocking and talking on his porch, looking out over the valley and watching storm clouds gather, were beyond compare, absolutely magnificent moments — because we took the time to savor them.
I’ll let pictures tell the rest of this story.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath
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