Day III

 
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It feels good.

Stacking hay.

Cleaning the barn.

With each bale, I see more and more life coming back into this aged and weathered building. Makes me wonder how it was ever let go to this point.

Regardless, I find so much beauty in it, and with every inch of floor cleared from old debris, I see its potential.

With each bale, I feel the life returning to myself. My body feels tired,

but I feel it.

I think I’ve been afraid to feel like that for the past two years.

Afraid.

Already, this Meadow is giving me so much. My arms are covered in cuts and scratches, red and burning.

Reinvigorated.

I feel it.

 
Melissa DiNino