This year was a year lived with purpose and determination, a year where every day was defined by a beginning and end. The days so full of joy and heartache that they never did blur together like they sometimes do when days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months without much notice. Not this year, each day was noticed, each day was felt and palatable and etched into my consciousness to be carried on and not forgotten.
I imagine several decades from now sitting in a rocking chair near a fire recalling this year to whomever might listen. Like most great stories, there were villains who caused havoc and people who came with torches. There were heroes that rescued and quiet angels who whispered words of strength and encouragement. Then the death, there was so much death. Bodies piled high, strung about throughout the year that all we could do was step over them. There was no time to grieve the remains of those left dying before the villains struck again. Our hearts were broken and left gaping, our bodies tired and fractured.
Miracles glistened along the way, ever increasing our faith in God. There were so many moments of pure joy, where tears seeped out because my soul was so full they had nowhere else to go. There were births and new friendships, relationships strengthened, and bonds tightened. There is bound to be a happy ending, though I haven’t yet made it to that chapter. But I can’t wait!
Jon and I are in transition with our farm, we are taking the winter to listen to where God wants us. We felt strongly that our focus is meant to be here on Sweet River Farm and with that have made the extremely arduous decision to step away from and dissolve Church Street Farmers Market. Though I will still be keeping my focus on community as that is my heart. We will still head up the Christmas Market as we did these last two years and are already scheming about all the fun things we can do.
This is the beginning of the next great chapter of our lives and I’m excited to see where God takes us.
With gratitude,
Angie
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