Ruminations of a large animal veterinarian driving through the foothills.
These words are from my journal entry a few years ago, following a tragedy. They still ring true for me in these uncertain times, as hard as they can be to put into action.
“Words matter. Your presence matters. Listening can be life saving. We were designed with talents and personalities meant for goodness and for building hope in a seemingly hopeless and self-centered world. Love your neighbor today and every day – it is something you can absolutely do in the midst of any hell-storm.”
1987 model, gently used, a little rusty. Husband to Megan. I have the best dog in the world – a mutt named Tucker (Tuck, or Tucker J). We have a farm with 3 horses, 2 barn cats, and 2 house cats. I was born in the most beautiful place on earth – the mountains of Western North Carolina – and have returned here. First generation college graduate. I’m an introvert with a very extroverted job. Large animal veterinarian. I enjoy playing piano, quite walks along the creek, craft beer, life-giving conversation, scuba diving, riding horses, and mowing. I like to write, but don’t get to do it enough. I enjoy non-fiction, biographies, and progessive Christian thought. I hate the texture of most soft things – think dryer lint and cotton balls and ridiculous fleecy blankets. I love the smell of silage, horses, a leather shop, and the hardware store. I live for moments of unexpectedly laughing to tears and crampy cheeks, and to feel and smell the cold air right before it snows. View more posts
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