Sweet breezes caress here atop this green field where the sky begins, as Franklin writes. The distant sunlit fields, trees, and mountains a breathtaking view. There is a cold stone heart underlying Vermont; one of wisdom, of peacefulness, and of gentleness. It beats the slow rhythm of the ages, very stable, very grounding. It calls for those hardy souls here to open their hearts to their greater rhythm, to feel deeply down into their depths. There is peace here– a peace that is singular and timeless– one that is reflected in many of the villages. The kind of peace that anchors one to aspire to homestead and grow one’s own food. Vermont’s gift to its inhabitants is this profound grounded peacefulness, magnetically drawing, healing, and soothing, where time can stand still and one can find what matters most.

By Lenaye Marsten