The country roads near the farm often present the drama of expanse and almost hidden surprises.  How far can the eye see out on that horizon?  How small do the trees appear in the distance, that seem so large up close?  The vast spaciousness lies within, too.  It might be easier to feel it when standing under dramatic skies.  A friend recently told me she thinks I never stop.  “Stopping” is for every morning and every moment of the day when Remembrance occurs – remembrance of Presence, of inner spaciousness, of Service to others, of connectedness.  Pause.  Witness your self.  Notice beauty in the little things.  Remember.  Write.  Nature helps.  Like how the roadside flowers harmonize with Sage’s blue. And how someone mysteriously set…