11/21/2025
Amid the monotony and seemingly endless labor this place requires, I sometimes find myself wondering why we were chosen to be its caretakers. Then in the quiet, just when uncertainty and anxiety begin to stir, he reveals his reasoning, not in thunder or proclamation, but in the soft blissfulness of creation.
In those moments, when a sacred stillness settles over Bennies Hill, I am reminded of how profoundly blessed we are. Ascension Day becomes more than an observation or a place steeped in the history of the valley. It becomes meaning that stretches beyond the beginning, the ending, and all the fragile spaces in between.
He becomes real.
It is in these quiet revelations, drifting like feathers carried by an unseen breeze, that he returns to lift the spirit precisely when it needs lifting, guiding us gently into another day.
For clarity is far more than what the mind can gather or the eye can see. It is the certainty, the underlying pulse of the creator, the quiet majesty of the divine, and the soft spoken peacefulness, that engulfs us through whispers, only silence allows us to hear.
Blessed beyond words.
Pictures taken 11/20/2025 at Ascension Day Farm Middletown, Maryland