A Little Country Place

25/08/2026

24/08/2026

Anyone else ?

22/08/2026

8/21: Everyday, I need to remember how truly blessed I am.

13/08/2026

What I would give to spend a month in France doing to antique fairs!

13/08/2026

This is so true!

13/08/2026

8/13: So, I painted and sold this sweet antique table ages ago. I pinned it to and somehow this pin has gotten over 680 saves! Not sure how that happened, but wanted to share the news.

13/08/2026

The Bushmen of the Kalahari speak of two kinds of hunger.

The Little Hunger is the hunger for food. The need for something in your belly — a fire in your body that must be fed to stay alive.

But then there’s the Great Hunger.

The hunger for meaning.
The hunger that lives deeper than the stomach — in the chest, in the bones, in the silence behind your eyes.
It’s the ache to belong. To matter. To know why you are here.

Laurens van der Post, the man pictured here, spent years among the Bushmen, listening. Learning. Trying to understand what we’ve forgotten in the modern world.

He said the most dangerous thing in life isn’t sadness. It’s emptiness — the slow, bitter erosion that comes from living without meaning.

We chase money. Status. Comfort.
We chase happiness like it’s the point.
But happiness is fleeting.
Meaning is enduring.

Because once you’re doing something that matters — really matters to your soul — it doesn’t matter whether you feel good all the time.

You feel right.
You feel connected.
You feel like you belong to something bigger than you.

And in that belonging, even the hardships become sacred.

This photo isn’t just a meeting between two men.
It’s a quiet moment between two ways of being.
One remembers that we are not just bodies to be fed, but spirits to be fulfilled.

And maybe that’s the real hunger we’ve been trying to feed all along.

13/08/2026

I Love the vintage sign! 💙💙

Some antiques whisper a little piece of history.

This one pretty much shouts it from across the room. This old “Register to VOTE” sign is one of those pieces that immediately makes you wonder where it hung, who walked past it, and how many elections it has seen over the years.

Come see what else is hiding around Greathouse this week.

📍 Greathouse of Country

13/08/2026

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“If I could choose who my father is, I wouldn’t think of someone else.”

Those are the words of Sader Issa, a Syrian man who was raised by a father with Down syndrome.

His father, Jad Issa, worked for roughly 25 years at a wheat mill to help support his family. When Sader eventually began studying dentistry, Jad supported him not only financially, but emotionally. Sader later described his father as the person who had been there for him whenever he needed him—the greatest source of support throughout his life.

And Jad was enormously proud of his son.

Sader said that whenever his father introduced him to someone new, he could see the pride in his eyes. Jad seemed to be telling the world, without needing to say very much: I raised this man. I helped him become who he is.

Sader eventually became a dentist in Damascus.

But perhaps the most beautiful part of their story is that Sader does not describe his childhood as one in which he had to overcome his father. He describes his father as one of the reasons he became the person he did.

He grew up with affection, encouragement and a father who worked hard to give his child opportunities.

There is a tendency in our culture to look at a diagnosis and imagine that we already know the boundaries of another person's life. We turn probabilities into predictions, and predictions into identities. We begin describing what someone will never do before they have even had the opportunity to show us what they can do.

Jad's life does not mean that every person with Down syndrome will have the same abilities, live independently, marry or become a parent. People with Down syndrome are individuals, with different strengths, challenges and support needs—just like the rest of us.

But that is precisely the point.

A diagnosis can tell us something about a person. It can never tell us everything about a person.

Perhaps one of the greatest gifts we can give another human being is the space to become someone we could not have predicted.

Because sometimes the limits we see in another person belong less to them than to our imagination of what is possible.