I have 15 minutes to go before this fire is burned down. Then I head out the door to throw hay and start the mail jeep. It's back to work.
I finished mowing brush on the back side of our land last evening. After I shut the tractor off I made it a point to watch the sunset in the quiet.
It wasn't long and I had my phone out. Unconsciously of course. The algorithm showed me a post about Robert Frost. I read it unhurried. It seemed like it was the perfect read for the moment. I shared it after reading. It was about the hardship he faced in life.
There was a time in my life when I payed no attention to contemporary media. I read philosophy and books that called me. Did the algorithm know that?
That's when it felt like the gods were looking out for me. I was connected to something deeper.
I wasn't too far from the spot where we camp as a family when I read the Frost piece. It's been 2 years since we've been there.
Anyway, I got back to the other side of the land where our house is and Hayden started forging. It was dark by then. And as I filled wheelbarrows with hay from a distance I could see the red glow of the steel he was pounding.
The glow reminded of flow, our family flow.
Morning fire 39
11.19.25
