Some mornings I leave the farm for the simple pleasure of being alone– to sit by myself and feel the texture of a smile across my face What is pleasure worth if it is missed? We move so quickly on the farm Sometimes I miss the curl of a leaf holding water, the emerald, shining body of a grasshopper. Sometimes I forget even what breathing is. Then the grasshopper leaps tilting over the leaf, and water splashes me awake. I sit, caught for a moment, breath suspended, before releasing in the exhale. What I’ve learned from it all is this: The wind wants to wrap its arms around us and dance to the clicking song of crickets. When the invitation comes, say “Yes!” This world is beauty trying to shake us awake Let yourself be caught.