Sometimes life in rural areas can get a bit trying.
In northern rural areas, where the mud season seems to continue for months- because of alternating snow and rain, the tensions only seem to escalate.
It has been a silent blog for a while, perhaps because I was trying to hold onto the initial goal of the blog, which is welcoming this experience of small town living as a gift, always holding unexpected blessings and holy grounds.
Lately, I've only wanted to complain. ("I hate that feeling," she complains...)
So perhaps sharing some honesty about these backwoods, that they are not always the dreamy, wilderness escape, with quaint people or soul opening encounters could be helpful.
When I lived in the city, and I have live in some large metropolitan areas, I often looked at the rural life as idyllic in its simplicity. Sometimes, yes, this is the case.
But like any place there are complex webs that thrive beneath the surface, and sometimes they are knotted and treacherous. Perhaps an old family feud, a bitterness about life or work so hard it literally kills people.
And sometimes the simplicity is just that: simple. So when all I want after a busy day is a cool draft, quality beer, and the search has me driving 100 miles round trip, I wonder: can this be holy ground?
2 comments:
oh dear! well much to my dismay sin is real and active in even boonieville, mayberry whatever we want to call it... and unfortunately our profession has a way of revealing that. drats!
maybe you could join a beer of the month club... have shipments sent you know. i'm sure that wouldn't create a buzz at all (hee hee hee)
that's not a bad idea... but it defeats the communal aspect. i love being ministered to at the bar. i'm blessed to have a place 5 minutes from me. but i live in a (small) city.
and lord knows, you deserve a beer. hope things are getting better -- and don't forget the psalms include complaints and praise. they may not be so far apart.
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