You know how, when you are looking for something? Car keys. That second striped sock pulled from the warm laundry basket. Or even something inside you, like the combination to that padlock for the locker at the gym that you haven't take to the gym in 6 months. Whatever it is, it's a thing you know for a fact exists but in the moment you just can't lay hands on it--except maybe the sock; those things really do vanish by dark magic. But for the most part, you know it's not really missing. For all intents and purposes it's gone from your world, it exists somewhere. This dissonance causes anxiety.
Imagine now that you've lost your home. The place where you belong. You know it's out there, but where?
The Meadow is that home. It's your home, and we welcome you, always.
I'm Mark, the owner of The Meadow, and I'd like to make that welcome personal. If you were at my front door I'd ask you in, or we'd sit on the front steps. I'd suggest you let one of our two very lion-like cats doze on your lap, and I'd offer you something to drink. Most likely we'd talk about your travels, or mine. The unexpected kindness shown by a train conductor. The miracle pastry from a corner bakery. The sunset from a clifftop patio, nibbling salty snacks and a bitter cocktail. In short, we'd be together, joined by a love of the flavors and sights and people that connect us all.
We truly are a community, you and I. I can feel it. My commitment, and the commitment of everyone at The Meadow, is you feel it too.
Join me on these pages. I'll be sharing stories that gave me the inspiration to start The Meadow and build our community.