It can be exciting moving to a rural or more sparsely populated area, while at the same time it is normal to feel apprehensive especially if moving from a heavily populated area. As with anything, there are good points and there are of course, bad points, nothing is what it seems however, until you have experienced it firsthand.
Driving back through rural Grafton earlier this evening around dusk, I got thinking how much I love the rural upcountry once it turns gray as November approaches. From the wild turkeys and deer along the road to the wood smoke to the old houses and shacks to the many shades of gray and brown in the hills around, I’m reminded this is truly God’s Country.
I am sure it will make excellent silage.
I often find myself listening to Coven’s antiwar anthem, One Tin Soldier that we featured in the Legend of Billy Jack. I really like the meaning of that song as it is so illustrative of the politics of hate practiced by both the left and the right of spectrum in America.
Pretending to be vitreous in treading on other people’s rights is a popular thing today. Too many people act like they are doing God’s work in politics, being the oppressor in their fight to raise up the oppressed even when they the oppressed have much more political power than they believe to have.
I think we should live and let live. Is it really necessary to look down at people who live differently than yourself? Now I get the different people can conflict and infringe on others rights but sometimes one needs to ignore the other in the common good.
