[The Void]
daily life
2007-10-03
We all come from Deity, and are Deity...in a complex yet evolving vibration of color we do not clearly see. And at some point, we may come to the contentment that we do need eyes or the physical/visual confirmation of this color yet the underlying belief or urgency that it is there~ for this we strive for something called Faith.
Of all my paths I have ever stepped on, there was an original path I called home. This being the comfortableness in the open mountain landscapes my father often took us to. His need to climb every mountain was thrilling...and allowed us the chance to forage in the greenery more than any other kid I know. The feeling of needles under my feet and the sweet pungent smell of pines, firs and cypress will last a lifetime. My father never really packed anything for the trips save what was necessary. We didn't have air matresses, folding chairs or gas stoves. We had the means to start a fire~ and he would look with a glint of humor in his eye~ I can't lite the fire without wood. That was a clue~ or should I say a cue? That the kids had to go wood collecting. We collected berries, and picked the softest spots we cold to pitch tents. We each carried what we were going to use~ giving the car was parked a few miles away from the camping area. My dads favorite~ drive till you can't then hike till sunset.
I feel again, the slow pulse of natures beauty surrounded by trees and bushes here. I feel a deep respect knowing all the foods I have collected I have helped nuture and grow. This is spirituality for me. This is church. This is my religion. It was my home path that often leads me through many other exciting adventures but gives me foundation of which to see the connections yet not get lost.
My days activities are more geared to what needs to flow with the times instead of the city thought of how to pass the time. Theres never a moment of nothing to do....sometimes things I don't feel like doing...but never nothing. I pulled up the onions, garlics and more squash. I felt the icy wind and knew it won't be long till we have to cover the garden in compost. The new bay bush won't last this winter, a few others that need to brought indoors till spring. But the tomatoes can be cut and hung, the chard will produce for a few more weeks.
All my heat is dependent on the weeks worth of hauling wood a few acres back where we lost a fir and an oak tree last year. The splitting thank goodness is left to my hubby. But stacking and hauling for me and the boys. I never thought about it~ but you need kindling...ha~ such a city gal I can be. So while stacking that up I heard the most important statement I know will stay with me forever~
"I figure if I don't appreciate what she gives me~ I deserve to be cold" This was told to me while collecting the oak and hawthorn twigs in the yard and breaking them up for kindleing. I like that saying. And it holds so much weight with me, so much to chew on and really digest.
I played with the stones some more, extended out the walkway over the most muddy areas in back. Next week we are getting some more small pea gravel and sand to make a walk way to the drive way. I should post some pics of the work we have been doing.
Not the most productive day, but been so damn tired. Every morning starts at five am. Doesn't matter if it is a work day or not. Tend the garden~ harvest the leafy's and the squash. Pull back the blackberries and compost what you can. Check the apples and the grapes, the pumpkins and filberts. You wouldn't think its a constant but it is~ they can ripen overnight sometimes.
The woodstove is usually just coals by morning, and I build that back up while sipping my morning tea. Get out of my boots and jeans and shower for the day its about seven by now and kiddo's bus is here. Get him set out and theres laundry. Not having a dryer for almost a year now I am queen at remembering to hang it early in the morning to get the most done~ we have three adults and two boys worth of laundry to do. Although, we are thinking of getting a small dryer this spring....hmmm.
The normal restacking of wood and kindleing to replace what was used last night. Wash the garden surprises and either prepare them for later cooking or process for freezing. That takes till eleven or so usually. Dishes dishes dishes....Check my emails if I can, feed the cats and make lunch. Head out back to cut back the ivy and blackberries, check on the trees standing the winds have been rough lately. Picking the last of the blackberries~ I mean come on~ free fruit~ If I am not greatful and resouceful I deserve to go hungry...see that keeps coming back to me.
Right about now there are some edible bulbs to find, and if I can I try to go looking for them. between 2 and 4 are free time usually~ I take pictures or forage depending on my health and mood. Kiddos back from school and homework time. housecleaning and orgainzing. Usually need to take more produce to the outside chest freezer for deep zero freezing. Dinners have been from scratch lately~ and take longer to cook. And more free time arising around eight or nine in the evening and I am usually all pooped out.
By ten the house is asleep and I can usually work on my studies or post here which I find delightful to do. Take a long hot bath and head to bed watching a cheap budget sci fi movie and petting my kittens ends my normal day.
Its given me, on top of everything wonderful to experience....time to really chew and digest alot of thoughts over the last year. I spend so many hours in silence four days a week just working on the land or harvesting....that I have all kinds of time to think. To consider. To decide.
Its amazing....how little or how grand things can become when you don't find a way to ground it out...to just take a step back and look at it from the viewpoint of eternity, spirituality, community, environment...what matters and what doesn't all become really simple. And it all begins to really look like it did as a kid. Theres this world~ and we have to get along in it and take care of it. Mom knows how and grandma. Dad and grandpa listen to ma and grandma~ and theres my cue~ listen to MA.
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