Dear Esther Recently, I moved to an 1800’s stone house tucked in the back of 20 acres that once belonged to Esther. I wake each morning to a cacophony of bird songs, breezes rippling through the age-old trees in the ravine that remind me of ocean waves, and deer and chicken lazily wandering by as I look through my open doors.

On my morning walks, I discover small gifts along the way.

With years of political turmoil, fear from the pandemic, and the tragic death of a loved one, this retreat has gifted me the chance to rediscover the beauty of this world. Dear Esther, thank you for this place so that I may heal.

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