Lancaster Land - Helmets Required.
"What exactly is it?"
"Did I miss your grand opening?"
"Do I have to sign some kind of waiver?"
My favorite comment is no doubt "Oh no. I forgot my helmet."
You know there comes a point when the answers to the questions and the stories that follow deserve a place to live, to be told, to be shared.
Welcome to Lancaster Land. I live here.
What exactly is Lancaster Land? It's my home. It's three acres in nowhere. It's work, it's incomplete, and it's amazing. It's a reminder to myself that even when I dig my heels in and scream so loud (inside my head) that I've decided not to do and not to live a certain way, that incredible things come from wiggling my heels loose just a little, letting my soul open up to possibilities I didn't know existed. What happens when I do this, I so painfully learned, is that I just might end up in a place I didn't know I loved.
To Mr. Lancaster, it's a reminder that things can stay the same, while changing drastically at the same time. It's where he grew up, where he learned to practically live on two wheels, and where he played loud music with his middle school rock band in his bedroom until the wee hours of the morning. It's where his heart grew, and hurt, and became the heart that my heart needs. And, thanks to the Mr., it's zip-lines, and go-karts, and dirt-bikes galore. I love that part.
To our Little Lancaster, it's a world of magical possibility and imminent danger. I'll leave it at that. For now.
I invite you to continue with me on this journey as we take our clay and mold our own life here at Lancaster Land. I don't know what that really means or looks like just yet. I do know it makes me laugh until my sides are sore, cry until my head hurts, and roll my eyes until..who knows...I'm still doing that.
So, that's a start of a description. You haven't missed the grand opening, waivers are suggested and should be a reality, and yes, helmets are required.
Commence Eye Roll...
"Did I miss your grand opening?"
"Do I have to sign some kind of waiver?"
My favorite comment is no doubt "Oh no. I forgot my helmet."
You know there comes a point when the answers to the questions and the stories that follow deserve a place to live, to be told, to be shared.
Welcome to Lancaster Land. I live here.
What exactly is Lancaster Land? It's my home. It's three acres in nowhere. It's work, it's incomplete, and it's amazing. It's a reminder to myself that even when I dig my heels in and scream so loud (inside my head) that I've decided not to do and not to live a certain way, that incredible things come from wiggling my heels loose just a little, letting my soul open up to possibilities I didn't know existed. What happens when I do this, I so painfully learned, is that I just might end up in a place I didn't know I loved.
To Mr. Lancaster, it's a reminder that things can stay the same, while changing drastically at the same time. It's where he grew up, where he learned to practically live on two wheels, and where he played loud music with his middle school rock band in his bedroom until the wee hours of the morning. It's where his heart grew, and hurt, and became the heart that my heart needs. And, thanks to the Mr., it's zip-lines, and go-karts, and dirt-bikes galore. I love that part.
To our Little Lancaster, it's a world of magical possibility and imminent danger. I'll leave it at that. For now.
I invite you to continue with me on this journey as we take our clay and mold our own life here at Lancaster Land. I don't know what that really means or looks like just yet. I do know it makes me laugh until my sides are sore, cry until my head hurts, and roll my eyes until..who knows...I'm still doing that.
So, that's a start of a description. You haven't missed the grand opening, waivers are suggested and should be a reality, and yes, helmets are required.
Commence Eye Roll...
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| I know, he's not wearing a helmet and he for sure didn't sign a waiver. Perhaps what ensued later is why the rule exists now... |
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| You don't have a ramp like this on your back acre? I'm not even sure where it came from. Things like this just show up. |