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I haven't written in over a week, but every single day I have at least three or four posts of ideas, thoughts, information, passing through my brain. Writing a book is a desire I have pushed away for years, but keep finding myself coming back to. From my childhood, a mother struggling with depression and bipolar disorder, a dad doing his best to hold them all together, to early adulthood where my own battles with depression and anxiety took me to places out of my worst nightmares. And now, living with my soulmate, starting a farm, planning a wedding, making our dreams come true, and happier than ever. 
There are so many stories inside me.

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." - Maya Angelou

Two fellow farmers and bloggers have especially inspired me recently, who also make their living writing books, Jon Katz and Ben Hewitt. I hope you will check them out. I have been reading a few of Jon's new books that I received for Christmas, and they are outstanding. I especially love his newest, The Second Chance Dog, which is about him finding Maria, his now wife (there's an interesting and amazing dog in there too, obviously!) He is an older man, nearing seventy, a writer all his life, and is using social media to promote his work in new ways that I find personally useful. You can see his blog, here. Him and Maria live in upstate New York on their farm with donkeys, sheep, chickens, working dogs and more. Maria is a fiber artist, making quilts, scarfs, potholders and more from recycled fabrics. They are quite lovely. She writes a blog as well, which you can check out here.

Ben Hewitt's blog is quite different, though equally inspirational. He and his wife, Penny, are "unschooling" their two boys while working the land, living on practically nothing, in a home they built themselves. They are almost completely self sufficient. He talks often of our public school systems, our views about society and money, materialism. His blog has been the single most thought provoking blog I have read yet. Their lives are, in many ways, what Jonathan and I hope ours to resemble in a few years. You can check out his blog, here. I haven't read any of Ben's books yet, but I hope to in the near future.

The point of this post was, writing. I like it. I want and need to do it more. 

Until next time,

Angela Kelly

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