I desire change.
For the past 6 months, I have been working on pausing. Bringing my life to a screeching halt would be traumatic but walking instead of running, breathing instead of gasping, and appreciating instead of dismissing are changes towards a life I find more complete. I want to notice that my Iris plant has bulbs. I want to see the birds enjoy the feeder. I want to feel breezes on my face. Because sadly, and unnoticeably, those things have not been lost but rather never even acknowledged for life as I have known it didn't allow it in.
To assist me with this journey, I lean on a small rural town. Although a visitor of this town for nearly 30 years, for some reason now, at this chapter in my life, it has a whole new meaning.
Benton, for me, is a sanctuary.
Frequenting Benton now means an examination of the beautiful architecture embraced by turn of the century homes. It means a feeling of enjoyment to see a modest parade stroll down Main Street. It means a new antique hat at the Benton Antique Store. And all of this adds together to mean one thing for me, the most important meaning of all, my own personal pause.
Pausing means a new way of life , a new chapter, a new journey, a new me.
One word wraps that up, Benton.
Thanks.
