Yesterday was definitely an experience that I would not easily forget. Through an invitation of a friend, I was clad in a grey tank, and jeans while beads of sweat were slithering down my back and leaning between two wooden planks trying to secure a wire clip that will hold a metal fence up at 9am in the morning on a horse farm. Never in my life had I thought I would ever don on worker's gloves, carry metal poles around, tear down fences, and not to mention put up new fences. I think I can understand a little bit better when people say that they feel more secure and grounded when building their own house or working on their own land. There is a sense of fulfillment and calm that comes with the manual labor--not to mention staring at the fruits of said labor.
I managed to stay awake till 10:30pm last night and then promptly passed out when I allowed myself to sleep. Now I am sitting here in front of the computer trying to remember that faint smell of green grass, trees, and the undeniable scent of horses.
Was it all a dream? Did that really happen? Yes--my whole body soreness tells me so.
