Call Of The Country

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I’ve always wondered how I ended up being a displaced farm girl living in a family of diehard city folk.

Cruel joke maybe?

Or just a saving grace I didn’t have to slop pigs, muck barns, pick rocks or shovel grain.


But the call of the country never left.

I always knew I belonged outside the city and would some day live in the Foothills.

Didn’t know how, or when, or where, but

I still Knew.


The deep down kind of Knowing despite all appearances.

The kind of Knowing where I’m best to get out of the way and leave the powers that be to work on my behalf.

And yet I’ve muddled a bit anyway.


This last poke to move began without any real ties to any specific where.

We drove just about every back road in Southern Alberta to find “the place”.

Everywhere, but here that is.


The powers that be had to step in once again.

Thank my lucky stars.


Days before putting in an offer in a location closest to neutral we’d found so far, the router fails.

Turns out only the power cord doesn’t work, but that is a later discovery.

Off to the next town to buy the replacement.


Finally Listening to the inner prodding, with router in hand I decided to take the much longer route back home through here.

Pointing west I can feel something begin to stir.

The closer I drive to this area, the stronger the vibration I feel within.

Then C.L.I.C.K. as I come over the hill.


I know instantly there will be no offer made anywhere else. Just here.

Not after connecting into this energy. Not now that I know.

A map can be drawn where the energy begins and ends, and the shift is still felt three years later when passing through.


Life is ever more timeless out here.

Work is often placed on pause as clouds, or birds, or storms, or sunset skies beckon. This now will never be again.

Nothing is urgent while everything gets done.

Cares and stresses of the world are somehow transmuted just by facing out the windows looking west.


This is my hapfull life.

No need to vacate-sion with every day a holyday.


I am Home.


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Living Bliss is a jump-in-with-both-feet look at where Life bumps into the everyday – whether at work, play or times in between. Bliss knows no separation in the end. From a deeper dive into the ordinary pops forward the extraordinary life we search for – and has been there waiting for us to be.


Lorraine Watson Follow Your Light

Not quite a crazy cat lady – yet? – Lorraine’s insatiable curiosity of life leads her to explore, question and push beyond the box. A self-professed “left-brained creative big picture idea” type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing possibility everywhere and in everyone, and is a moth-to-flame for being part of turning possibility into reality. More of Lorraine’s musings can be found on her blog.


3 thoughts on “Call Of The Country

  1. Sooo LOVED this, Lorraine! Everday a holyday…YES!…*sigh*… And just loved this line: “Work is often placed on pause as clouds, or birds, or storms, or sunset skies beckon. This now will never be again.” I try to slow down and tune in to what’s around me in this way. It sure adds as sweeter flavor to life to really stop an smell the roses! :o) I used to think a physical place would be the answer to HOME. More and more I think it’s a heart-place of being. So that I can be HOME anywhere, anyplace, anytime–it’s a good feeling!

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