Sometimes, people need to hide and disconnect. It’s certainly not a new thing to be weary of the world. William Wordsworth wrote a sonnet on such a theme 210 years ago, “The World is Too Much With Us.”
I hid out at The Big Corporation yesterday; the white noise worked for a while. But it was still too much with me. I went to an “other worldly” place.
The cows were still out, making silhouettes on the hill behind the farm house. Farmer Phil came around the corner from the milking parlor and we talked about the calm dusk.
The cow world was not too much with Phil. Sensing this was a consolation to me.
Hide and rest in peace and quiet today.
Julie-Ann Baumer 
Psalm 96:9
Worship the LORD in the splendor of holiness;
tremble before him, all the earth!
Psalm 46:10
Be still, and know that I am God.
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!
Thank you, Steve, for posting this. I was dreading going out today; hiding in The Coop seemed like a better alternative. I’m glad I made the trip to Exeter.