There was a moment when the Sleigh, bells ringing, went through the sun beam and slipped around the old house with grey shingles. My heart sighed and said this is how it’s supposed to be, simple, pigs in the barn the milk fresh from the cows. No cars or electricity.
Reality kicked in, I love too many of the worlds modern conveninces. But in that moment simple appealed to me. I felt it in my heart. So when my heart speaks I should listen.