Heifer Diary, my favorite weekly journal, I came across this and thought I would share it:
"I stood on the deck as the sun went down behind the hills. The sheep were backlit giving them a golden aura, the cows were grazing on a section of new grass, and farming seemed like the best possible way to live. I don’t feel tied down. I feel uprooted when I have to leave."
Exactly and amen.