|Erin (11), me (mom), Ryan (19), Kelsey (21) on Thanksgiving Day, 2014 at my parent's home where I grew up|
This Thanksgiving, my family, including these 3 wonderful souls that I have the joy of calling "my children", gathered on a snowy day on Cuyler Hill, at my mom and dad's home. There were 36 of us this year, which is fairly typical, and we had 4 "little ones" under the age of 5, who bring their own special brand of noisy joy!
My 11 year old Erin just looked over my shoulder and said, "What does this have to do with why you work mom?". And here's what I told her... "Because I work for you, so that we can continue to have a world where we can come together and share meals, and enjoy in the bounty of this beautiful natural world." And she said, "Use the word therefore, it makes you sound sophisticated - that's what my student teacher told me." Yep! That's why I work - part 1 anyway, in very simple terms! It's about love.
I have always worked, since I was old enough to drive a tractor in 6th grade on this family farm where I grew up. This is where I learned to love nature deeply, for the beauty of the earth. Mother Earth - inspiring music, poetry, hymns, prayers, art, dreams, and drawing us into her for hiking, biking, creekwalking, exploring, swimming, stargazing, horseback riding, skating, skiing, camping... and the list goes on.
|Ryan, Erin and Kelsey on top of Black Bear Mountain|
|Ryan on top of Marcy, overlooking Lake Placid|