Last night, as I was standing in the rabbitry,
 feeding baby rabbits dandelion leaves,
I realized I was deeply, fully, peacefully happy.
And while to you that may not be a revelation, because sometimes things come out through my writing that I don’t see myself,
but it was almost a shock to my system.
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As I cuddled that baby bunny who has never known anything but my hands, my rabbitry, my care, I started thinking back over the last couple years and the slow but steady progress we have seen towards  
a Full-Circle life.
What do I mean by that phrase?
Its like the house that Jack built.
Every year, I grow the food that feeds my family.
The scraps go to feed my rabbits, and a compost bin.
 The rabbits in return supply me with an ample amount of fertilizer that goes back into the garden, and around the fruit trees, and into the herb beds. And then they also supply me with a constant source of meat for my family.

And then, the following year, the whole cycle repeats itself.
An age-old circle that makes you slow down
and appreciate that with the passing of time
 things just kinda fall into their own beauty and peacefulness.
And around.
And around until something precious is made. 

And it know it sounds like I am simplifying things, but really,  
it IS simple.
You don’t need chickens. You don’t need rabbits. Really, you could get away with simply worms composting all your good scraps. which then you turn into nourishing good food that feeds pots on your windowsill, which then provide some good stuff for dinner.
It is meant to be simple.
And then, I started to think about how being rooted ourselves
 really makes an astounding difference.
We can either be blown every which way by all the crazy circumstances around us, and running here and there trying to fix them, or we can just settle down, get back into a simple rhythm, and know that standing for what we believe in, yet living in grace, will keep us well rooted and nourished.
I used to live a crazy and busy life, until through many different ways, the Lord settled me down, slowed me down, and made me start seeing how a full-circle life
is the way that life is meant to be lived.

It gives me time for a cup of coffee chatting over our gardens with a neighbor, or the ability to make a pie for the other neighbor who is lonely now that his last child moved away with his grandson. It allows me to quietly drink in the beauty of blooming fruit trees, and stand back and see how step by step things are starting to actually look like a home for my family.

To have responsibility set on your shoulders that some small creature relies on YOU for everything, and that is a privilege, and the peace that comes with it, is a beautiful thing.
Also knowing the peace that comes knowing your family is taken care of in case of an emergency, that there is no need to panic or search for help,
 but that things will keep going on, in the same circle,
 over and over and over….
that as the years pass they will just keep getting better,
and you can reach out in more ways than you ever knew was possible.
Its a beautiful thing.
So I want to challenge you. Are you too busy? Are you running around, here and there, doing this and that and never stopping to take the time to literally invest yourself in something with lasting consequences? Are you too busy to know your neighbors? Raise an animal? Dig in the dirt?
Too busy to learn to compost, or walk a farmer’s market stalls?
Because if you are…….
you are totally missing out.
Blessings to you and yours,

 “There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to rebuild. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones, and a time gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to lose. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak up. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace….” (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)

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