On this piece of land, there is no pace. 'Pace' would imply the need to go somewhere or to do something. The only impetus here is the subtly constant change of time, position of the sun, clouds drifting, animals grazing; it doesn't push one into a flurry of activity, nor does it inspire laziness. Work arises as a natural part of the day, in its due place, balanced with play, contemplation, communication, the need to nourish the body, exercise the body, rest the body. There is a backdrop of clucking hens, songbirds, bleating goats from a neighbouring farm... it soothes me as much as any music. I awaken in the night with ideas.
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