Today's Thursday chat is a bit deeper than some, and maybe less conclusive. Bring your patience and your appreciation of potential contradictions. But this is the truth of where I'm sitting right now, in my contemplative fall. I'm doing some thinking and some chewing and also a bit of rejoicing, and mostly thinking about how hope doesn't come for free.
Do you ever wake up one day and realize how tired you’ve been for an entire year? I do this pretty much every year, when I take my October Internet fast. First I think, “wow, there are a lot of hours in the day.” And then I think, “oh my gosh, I need to sleep for all of them.”
Sorry for the long title. This is just another chatty Thursday talk, with barnyard animals, the reason why I came back to homesteading even when I had every reason to stay quit, and some talk about authenticity and why it matters. If you haven't seen it already, you might want to watch this one first: Why I Quit Homesteading After My First Year Now here's the new one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8GlfPV5NKg
I put up 200 pounds of tomatoes this weekend. I also turned off my Internet for a couple of days. The tired had gotten all the way down into my bones, and when that happens the only rest is good hard work --- best of all good hard work done leaning slightly on the porch post with a view of the hills turning to autumn.
This is a special one. Also, you can watch the ducks swimming on the pond.
it is a huge part of my story -- a huge, crucial part of my story of becoming more myself and more whole and more human -- that I went for a year without the Internet. It is also a huge part of my story -- another huge, crucial part -- that I'm now the modern kind of off-grid homesteader, which means that electronics and electronic communication are integral to my daily life. Which is how it's true that I really can't go a day without emoticons.
Here's a story I've told before, but this time in video, on the best commissioning I ever received as an insult.
yet I will be joyful, not numb. Yet I will be human, not machine. Yet I will love the wild plums, and the cat who curls up at my neck, and put my hope in trees.
This video didn't make it out on Thursday, but that's not the only thing that's unusual about it. I have so many times (especially lately) avoided getting into anything like "issues," and so often that's the right choice. But I have been convicted this week, both in person and in my heart, to use my voice for what it's for. Be prepared if you choose to watch this one that it may be hard listening, as true stories sometimes are. More than anything I want to clarify the distinction between upholding certain ideals and crucifying certain people. One of my [...]
I don't know if I'm moving fast enough, to meet all the expectations over me right now. I don't know if I can. Honestly, I might be headed into some awkward moments. I can only hope that though I'm stretched thin I'll still be laughing.
This week's Thursday chat is is a little hard to pin down, with vague references to snobbish quilters (maybe?), competitive homesteaders (almost certainly), and some unnamed person who really needed to tell me off about shampoo. Seriously, folks, let's fight back against jealousy and competition. There's a better way.
You'll be happy to hear that our little tantrum-plagued Sadie is coming through the worst of it. She felt frustrated this morning and emptied two shelves of picture books onto the floor. But then she immediately sat down in the middle of the pile and spent a good half hour looking at them, page by page. If that's the worst of what she's got right now, we're going to make it. I woke up this morning with that thought ringing in my ears. "We're going to make it." It's been one year to the day since we raised the frame [...]