As you may already know from last week's post, my husband and I recently collected soil samples at our new farm.
A few times during the afternoon, I typed on my phone about it. Every time I did so, the oh-so-helpful spellcheck changed it to "soul sample."
And while having to fix it repeatedly was frustrating, I was struck by the sentiment. Because when I am at the farm, I feel my soul cup filling.
I feel connection and peace. I am truly collecting soul samples.
How lucky we are to have found this space.
How much luckier we will be to call it home.