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The
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Butterfly Hollow Farm ____ The Path Leading Us Here ____ How The Farm Got Its Name ____ Restoring the Old Farmhouse ____ Where The Beefalo Roam ____ Saddle Up The Horses ____ Saving Wilderness and Farm Land ____ Farm Journals ____ Sharing The Farm ____ Guest Book ____ Site Map ____ |
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We bought three acres
of land in the rolling forests of Kingston Springs with a little frame
house that had lots of windows, vaulted ceilings, cedar siding and
a deck to enjoy our little secluded piece of paradise. It was here
that all the seeds we gathered finally began taking hold. We spent
all of our spare time in the woods, making hiking trails, listening
to the creek, getting in touch with nature and solitude. It was here
that we both starting reading great “mind food” type books such as
Celestine Prophesy by James Redfield and others like the Road
Less Traveled and The Dragon Doesn't Live Here Any More
and started becoming attuned to coincidences, energy, a historical
point of view, and other insights that gave a whole new meaning to
living and our perceptions. We became aware of life, found a better
understanding of who we are and where we are going, and started listening
to our inner voices and began looking for signs and coincidences to
give us meaning and direction. One such coincidence happened one weekend when Sharon and I drove to West Virginia and my sister Josalyn and her husband Eric drove from Boston to meet us. We met in the middle at this little bed and breakfast that Josalyn found by chance. It was a wonderful time of rafting and exploring, relaxing and enjoying the quaint little bed and breakfast. One evening I took a random book off the bookshelf and went out to a bench in the herb garden and opened the first page of two people that would in time become the compasses in our journey further down the path. The old worn book that I couldn't stop reading is called The Good Life by Helen and Scott Nearing. It is their story of living a self sufficient, simple, healthy farming life in the 1930's. We borrowed the book and the entire ride home when we weren't reading a new chapter outloud to each other we were silently dreaming and exploding images in our minds. When we finished the book many of the passions, desires and dreams that were once alive in the Nearings were being born inside us.
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info@butterflyhollow.com
Butterfly
Hollow
Gordonsville,
TN 38563