Sarah’s life isn’t a mess; it’s just… boring. No career. No romantic prospects. No sign that God even cares. She leaves home in Montana for Scotland to volunteer at a spiritual retreat, a diminutive and humbler version of Downton Abbey, except everyone is a servant.
Sarah soon discovers that not only is she expected to plant 6,000 trees, but also manage flocks of poultry, a band of truant sheep, and a one-acre vegetable garden, AND help with housekeeping and cooking to support the communal residents.
She tries to give the Beloved a second chance at Braemar, but God is starting to get on her nerves. How can overwhelming chores, odd spiritual teachings and rituals, and a troubled romantic entanglement with her “boss” help fix her soul? Read the memoir to find out!
Coming September 2019!
Sample the Prologue and Chapter 1 below.
Only YOU would go to Scotland to plant trees and land yourself a nude modeling gig.
The thought occurred as I sat on a metal folding chair on top of a paint-splattered oak table while five strangers interpreted my birthday suit in colored chalk on giant sheets of white paper. It was autumn in the North Atlantic, and this was the first of two times that I would remove my clothes for these artists. Even though my living expenses were nearly nil, having an extra twenty-five pounds would be nice, though not necessarily a lot of money, considering the effort it took to sit motionless for two frigid hours. Perched on the chair I thought of how I was going to spend my cold-earned cash. A trip to the tropics would be nice! Thinking of warm climes didn’t make me feel warmer, so I turned my attention to what had brought me to these windy moors. Read More
Chapter 1: First Impressions
A huge fan of British period films and American Public Television serials, I had always wanted to live in a British manor house on a massive country estate of bucolic pastures, ancient woodlands, and serene gardens. I imagined myself surrounded by antique furniture, dining in elegance on fine china laid out on crisp linen tablecloths. I would take daily restorative walks through field and forest, followed by afternoon tea on the front lawn. At Braemar, that fantasy became my reality, except the Jane Austen setting seemed populated with Star Trek characters. At least, that was my first impression. Read More