Tuesday, November 22, 2011
As I grew up in a household that did not believe in hunting, it took me quite some time as an adult to come to the place where I am not only comfortable with the concept, but welcome it. See, I got my first taste of venison cooked right and there was no looking back. Being that I'm an omnivore, I felt it was not hypocritical of me to embrace hunting. And the way I've come to see it is this. These animals have lived free range lives, not confined, not "slaughtered". They have picked at the berries and grass, they have eaten apples from the tree, leaving a path in the frost to the woods and basically lived life in a manner that is inherent to their being. The way God intended them to live. Yes, we are killing them to eat them, and this is not something that we take lightly, but they have lived in a way that honors their very spirit. And let's face it, in the scheme of things, at least when they are killed in the wild, they have a fairly good chance of escaping that arrow or bullet all together.
I also need to explain that the boys are never allowed to use these without either Mom or Dad being present. They are off limits without supervision. We're also contemplating getting Maestro a BB gun for Christmas for some target practice. He was shooting .22's in class, so we think it will be a good intro for home. I know all of you that know me can't believe I'm letting even a BB gun into my home. Things changed when we decided to get more self sufficient, my mind set has evolved.
Wishing you little marksman of your own, ~Peacemom
Sunday, November 20, 2011
On another note, so weird to have the boys out in short sleeves on Nov 20th in NH. Very discomforting, really.
Wishing you winter stores of your own, ~Peacemom
Saturday, November 12, 2011
That is all for now. Carry on.
Only time for fun brevity today, ~Peacemom
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
The men doing the roof did some serious balancing acts, I admired their comfort and bravery at such heights.
We started to feel like it was not all for nothing. We had a vision and believed it could come to life...the ol' behemoth WAS going to be resurrected.
Our deepest and heartfelt thanks to our friends that have done so much to help, Gary, Laura and the Paul family, Julianna and the Dunwoody children for entertaining ours while we worked. A labor of love for many, and our hearts will never forget the love shown to us by these people. So much more was gained in this whole endeavor then just a house and barn needing attention, a home is being made and love has grown and we could never repay their selfless kindness. Stay tuned for more to come...Soon, it will be our homestead and we can't wait.
Realizing the dream, ~Peacemom
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
He was an amazing person, giving, loving and filled with grace. I will dearly miss him and shed so many tears over the loss of him in the past week I'm still surprised there are any left when they unexpectedly fall. His wake was really a wonderful testament to his life, so many people came to honor him and say goodbye to such a grace filled spirit. Each knowing him in their own way, all loving him and filled with great stories of times spent with him. His daughter, filled with sorrow and her own grace, paid wonderful tribute to him at his funeral. There was not a dry eye in the place. He was such a great father to her, she was incredibly lucky to have had someone so supportive, warm, loving and kind. And did I mention he also had a fabulous sense of humor? He had a laugh that was very distinctive and fun. Music Man said at one point when we were gathered at my sister's home after the wake, that he could hear his voice and laugh in the crowd. I agreed, it's just the kind of gathering he would have very much embraced, all of us together enjoying each other's company.
So, I find a hole in my life, that I didn't even realize before now, that he filled. I will never forget the man he was, the member of our family he remained and his bravery in the face of a horrible disease. Grant, I will miss you for the rest of my days, and I will try to live more in your spirit-enjoying life to the fullest whenever possible. Godspeed to you, my friend, brother and inspiration. No, I will never forget you.
Prayers to our departed, ~Peacemom