I spent yesterday logging on a hillside, maneuvering the tractor between ruts of an old logging trail, as I skidded trees to the plateau below. 100 footers crashed down right in front of me, blowing leaves into my face. You feel the wind from them as they land.
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I took a break and tried to doze off for a minute on the Kabota seat about three o’clock. My worn boots propped up on the steering wheel. Getting more and more worn with each job. Each treck up the mountain side.
Yesterday I thought about work and the warmth it brings to your heart. I wrote that life begins in work and transitions into love. Be it our jobs, our relationships, our homes. It’s a union of work and time that brings forth a deep sense of satisfaction in accomplishment. That’s how a life is built. My very first post in this series I spoke of my fear of change and my epiphany that it’s not change I have a problem with… it’s transition.
This morning I fed the dogs… squeezing in a few moments to hold the puppies. They’re just learning to walk! I wandered into the hoop-houses and hung my quilted denim jacket on the hook… it’s nice and warm inside. I watered the greens and got my hands dirty doing some weeding in the salad beds.
The cows are mooing out back. The sun is glowing. I hear the crickets….
Am I delving too deeply into the ambiance of farm-life here? I promise I’m not exaggerating.
Farms wake you up in new ways. Not just in the morning but in your soul. They wake your senses to every small sensational pleasure.
They take you new places you never knew you wanted to go.
And slowly I begin to make the transition to a simpler life.
Don’t we all want that? We don’t want to Change… we don’t want to transition daily. Buy less, spend less, breathe more, slow down, cook for our families, blister our hands… but ultimately once we pass through the time of transition we’re happy to find ourselves in a more peaceful state of simplicity. One where suddenly we can ‘take this morning’ and savor the sunlight of a Saturday, write what’s on our hearts, slowly pull on our boots and a flannel shirt, make our way out and water the hoop-houses and feed the puppies. Stop and hold them. Quietly cook and eat breakfast with the ones we love. The ones who have built this with us. Sip our coffee and do our devotions together.
Not rush off to appointments. Not get angry calls from the boss. Not worry about whether or not our clothes are office presentable.
Simple work. Simple love. Simple life. Simple change.
“Simplicity is the ultimate form of sophistication.” – Leonardo Da Vinci
So tell me…. is it worth some sacrifice to transition into a life with more simplicity?
“Going back to a simpler life is not a step backward.”
Can this be a change we learn to love?
(photo stolen from this post)
love without strings attached. Someone holding your hand. Honey on home baked bread. Sunflowers in a mason jar. Coffee in the morning. A good book. Visiting with friends over a glass of sweet tea on the front porch. Weeding a garden bed. Cutting hay. Logging a hillside.