I have fallen head over heels in love with the beauty of Illinois prairie-lands. Don't get me wrong, my true and best love is Wisconsin. I love her rolling hills, forest and the glacial formations. Truly, Wisconsin is a gem. But, the prairies have taken this woodlands girl and said, "I know we will not be your true love, but why not love the one you're with. There's always room for one more." Since I had nothing better to do, I fell for the beauty of the prairies. They are majestic and quiet. These are not obvious beauties, they are subtle and worm their way into the soul. I look out on a prairie and I am awed of their simple, essential beauty. They give nothing more and nothing less that what is needed to make the heart sing.
I will take a moment to speak to the skies of the prairies. I have never seen skies like this - open free and blue! Sometimes the skies just take my breath away, and I look out and think anything is possible here. The skies are open, and so my soul opens, seeking new possibilities and new beauty.
I am most grateful to be here. All around me I am reminded to seek the simple and beautiful way. I am reminded open my heart to love, and even make room for new adventures - ones I never in my wildest dream thought I would ever dream. I am grateful to be here.
