My first stop on this journey of discovery is a week at my brother's farm in Minnesota. This is a wonderful way to start. Here it is not possible for me to continually stress out about how I am to live. I can only do that some of the time. Other times I need to stress about the chickens. They are super-anxious and never seem to be having any fun. Perhaps, if I listen, they will speak to me.

I take walks these early mornings. No phone or earbuds or any of that. No camera either, so you'll just have to believe me that I saw a pair of Sandhill Cranes in a fallow field. Or don't believe me. I can hardly believe it myself.

  Magnificent. (Not the chickens, the cranes.)