Some sort of weight has lifted from me this past week. A dark cloud no longer looming, or insert some other metaphor here to imagine the rolling away of darkness and the lightness of something new. Fresh air, I can finally breathe properly, I am not thinking about all those THINGS I was always THINKING. Well, maybe thinking is wrong…more like chewing, ruminating, and rolling in. With the FB gone, and now the constant email checking…I am seeing things differently, more clearly. Time seems to move more organically, not dictated by the machinations of some device.
I’ve been reading two books that are extremely inspirational to me in this move towards simplicity and authentic living. First, “The Last American Man” by Elizabeth Gilbert. http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/thelastamericanman.htm Granted, Eustace Conway lives in a teepee, and eats roadkill…I don’t know if I would want to go that far, but his way of life, and his passion for getting people reconnected with nature is awe inspiring.
Also, I finally bought a copy of “In Celebration of Simplicity” by Penelope Wilcock. http://www.amazon.com/Celebration-Simplicity-Penelope-Wilcock/dp/1854249126
I have been obsessing over her blog ( http://kindredofthequietway.blogspot.com/) for a few years now, and now was able to read this lovely little book of hers. Really, I would have to reprint her book here to share all the amazing quotes…and that’s certainly not kosher. But I have gleaned so much wisdom from this little book. One of the quotes she puts on the side was so affirming of what I have been thinking and moving into:
“Everyone who winds life round a core of machinery – physical machinery or social machinery, lie schools and institutions and global corporations – is affected profoundly, and comes inexorably, I believe, to be a servomechanism of the machinery he or she excessively associates with.” -John Taylor Gatto
I don’t think I realized how much being tied to my computer and iPhone was creating irritation in me. I was irritated with my children, I was consistently making them wait while I “just finished” this email…it’s IMPORTANT!!!…I’m getting you kids some sheep, I have to look up how to take care of the goats, paying a bill, making arrangements for YOU to have some friends over, blah, blah…. This multi-tasking with a machine at my side turned me into a bit of a Borg. Armed with a “Smart Phone”in my pocket, I morphed into a part human, part machine; not realizing how much of my attention and communication was being compartmentalized into that little device. When someone (read, one of my children) would come and demand that I short circuit my connection with it, you better believe I had to fight the rising irritation. I was already so overstimulated by that fast mode of communication, my brain racing alongside, that the simple act of my child needing me to turn to them became the burden. I had to try and fit them into the sticky web of my over-cluttered etheric life. Well, as you can imagine, this didn’t work. My children and I have been a bit at odds with each other. I am imagining that this is often when people send their children to school and myriad activities, because “I need my time”. I don’t buy that. I want “my time” to be “our time”, a shared life lived alongside one another. Sure, it’s nice to have the glass of wine with a girlfriend without children around, and I don’t plan to stop doing that any time soon. However, those are treats. I don’t need their constant companionship with me siphoned through devices and screens while I am actually living the REAL stuff of life.
So, this week, the sheep and the chickens arrived. So many well-meaning people have said to me “wow, slow down, you don’t need the whole farm at once!!”, but I am finding that having these animals creates a natural rhythm to our days that without them is hard to muster. We HAVE to get up and feed/water them all in the morning. After dinner, we all go as a family, and reverse order the process. Early morning, and then early evening, are such peaceful times to be outside, especially in such a beautiful and quiet place as this. It’s hard to want to go and check out on the computer after using your body to take care of your animals, your children and husband by your side. Sleeping is easier, eating feels better. Wow, environment really does make a difference. Living in the suburbs of our CT ranch house, it was hard to make such a natural rhythm occur. It was easier to avoid it if needed. I could stay in pajamas until 10am. Here, I would embarassed to be seen in a tshirt and underwear walking out to the barns, so I get dressed. Coffee comes after movement and work now, and it tastes better. I don’t need 2-3 cups throughout the morning. Children are a joy outside helping with chores first thing in the morning, whereas an early morning with paper and coffee sitting in a comfy chair turns them into Great Interruptors. Once we;ve spent the morning in communal work, they actually want nothing to do with me while I have a short morning to myself. We are all fed first thing by this common life. The animals, the barns, the pasture have given that to us. Giving up the email and facebook have begun the clearing process so we can actually walk in it.
Here is “Ferdinand’s Chick”…he loves it because it has a tuft of hair on its head. He laughs everytime he sees it. I told him to hope it’s not a rooster, because if it is…it will likely end up on our table…
Here is Sweet William, a mini Nubian whether. He stops when anyone comes near because he loves to be hugged. Really.
These are the Nigerian Dwarf kids, Hitty and Little Lucien. We’ve been feeding them a lot by hand, so they are getting more and more used to us.
Ah, the sheep. Having only been a theoretical farmer until now, I had always thought the sheep would be more gentle. I had visions of them sitting in my lap, coming to petted, etc…but these 4 sheep aren’t having any of it. Only one will cautiously eat from my hand. When we got them, The Tall Man didn’t back the van into the gates of the barn like the former owners told us to do. He thought he was a sheep whisperer, and they would just follow him. Well…they ran a quarter mile down the road, and we had to literally lasso them and wrangle them back to the barn. That was also the last time I dealt with animals in flip flops. Really bad footwear choice. Now, I prefer the goats…..but the sheep will be great for their fiber, and their grass eating/manure making skills.
We got 14 three week old chicks, boys and girls…one of them is obviously a bantam hen, it is teeny tiny compared to all the others. Already we have named it Columbine, and that little chicken better be a girl, because it’s the only one right now not in danger of being the food eventually…
Ferdinand took my iPhone one morning when I was looking, and took some pictures. I am surprised at what he captured and how. Maybe he has some aptitude…Here are his best shots, which I am calling Wall Street Journal and Antique Children’s Shoes on Floor:
OOO…I just noticed on this larger screen, that Ferdinand’s little feet are in the shadows, mirroring the shoes. I need to find a photo contest for him!
One night last week, The Tall Man came home wanting to try the authentic Fish and Chips Shop in Bennington. So, we went, and thoroughly enjoyed our meal and time together. In the corner of the restaurant in an old English phone booth. The iconic red kind. No longer a phone inside, I actually had this conversation with my children. “What is that big box?” “Well, when Momma was little, people only had phones in their homes, we didn’t have the kind that come with us wherever we go, so if you were out and needed to call someone, you would use the phone in one of these boxes…” My children are really VERY sheltered, I don’t think they know that video games exist, they don’t know commercials, etc…but man, do they know cell phones. Also at this restaurant, they had a few shelves of Australian/English treats that we can’t find here. I left happy with a jar of vegemite, oh, soooooo happy.
We had a surprise outing this week. We had to drive something over to our landlord’s house in Arlington, and we ended up taking a stop at the Lincoln House and Hildene Farms. I am going to be spending a lot of time there so I can study their cutting garden. The back yard of the mansion is a small hedge-lined cutting garden. I would love to do something similar next year, and then sell the flowers at Market. However, my aesthetic would be a little less “formed”…
Lastly, The Tall Man and I have for the first time in a long time (ever, maybe?) been talking together excitedly about our new life, all the things we want to do, and our plans for our future. He’s always gone along with my crazy schemes, eating my bread made from freshly ground flour, proudly announing we are homeschoolers… But, he still had a few reservations, “I just want them to be a part of team sports” or “as long as they go to college”. This would require a much longer post, for another time maybe, but I am not wishing either team sports or college on my children. Call me crazy, but it’s true. I say all the time, I would rather “graduate” an 18 year old from my homeschool with only 6th grade math, but an unquenchable love of learning, an understanding of how to make their own food, and to be good, honest people who love G-d and don’t get wrapped up into the trappings of this consumerist and materialistic world. Now, the chances of my kids having only 6th grade math are slim with with their engineer father, but you get the point. All of a sudden, my husband has his eyes open, we have finally come too a place of complete agreement, and a shared vision for how we want to raise our children, and what kind of grown-ups we want them to be.
One of the things we were remarking on just last night was that we feel this is the first time in our 13 years of marriage that we have actually had REAL community. All within a week, we had myriad neighbours come to help us, and offer help. The farmer from Mighty Food Farm ( http://mightyfoodfarm.com/ ), on the same property as us, loaned us a chicken coop to use until we could build our own, so we could have laying hens. She also basically GAVE us 14 chicks, and will help us learn to slaughter some when the time comes. The local handyman, a 32 year old Western MA boy (my favourite kind of boy, which is why I married one…) who lives off the grid down the road loaned us his brooding box for the chicks. We met a wonderful family, who own Longview Lambs ( http://www.longviewlambs.com/ ), just down the road. Although the husband is an ER physician by trade, they raise lamb for meat, and have a meat CSA. The husband came to help us with our sheep fencing, and brought a roll of his own fence to set up for us, until we could get our own. While he was helping set it up, the wife called me and invited us to dinner. We went, and met their two children, and they made for us a feast of leg of lamb “from the last of last year’s lambs”. We drank wine, had a wonderful time of touring their pastures. Lots of talk of doing a homeschool-y waldorf-y circle type thing in the fall. Talks of sharing a pig to raise and ultimately put in the freezer. Already friends, it’s amazing. We are invited to a party at the house next door the Saturday, the one where we’ve been invited to swim whenever we want. We will never starve, never be without help, and it seems we will have real relationships, all of us tied in directly to this community, none of us commuters.
Lastly, for my un-Plain and un-simple side of me…I finally went and dyed the gray hair I was growing out “just to see”. I’ve never made it past chin length with the gray before freaking out…didn’t make it there this time. Hair is still long, so the long gray roots were making me feel old, drab…a terrible vain thing I hold onto. But, I needed some light coloured hair to go with my farmer tan!