When was the last time you paused? Really be still? Visit a place like The Story. Turning a page on your story. Write a new chapter. Where you could cast a fishing line, and watch the bobbin trace the pond. Make the catch. Listen to the birds sing and the frog’s crock. Skipping a flat stone across the ponds, watching the ripples spread outward, forming rings around the reflections. When have you last stared at the formation of the stars in a pure dark sky? Absent of city lights. Only a moon so bright it casts shadows. See fireflies and build a fire. Smores dripping chocolate over the flame. Crackling wood turning to glowing ashes.

Exhale the pollution of a busy life to make space to breath in the crispness of the fresh air of a dewy early morning day. Make your own way. Walk off the beaten path, discover the hidden turtle that blended with the colorful fall leaves. See bent tall grasses where deer rest. Just off the deer run. Reminding you of the pack you once ran with.

Life can the throw you for a loop. Swiftly shift like a wicked curve ball. White noise and troubled thoughts can take up residence in the mind, like an unwanted guest. The hum of the world never stops. You carry it all until you no longer can. Nostalgia of yesterdays can be a smoking mirror to distract what I faced ahead. Serving as markers of when life seem much simpler. When worries were of distant storms.

The Story is 24 acres of invitation. A place where you don’t have to perform, produce or pretend. Whatever you are in the midst of, come here to discover life.

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