I’m most content when I’m doing. My appreciation for stillness has grown, but sometimes that leaves too much opportunity for thought. I need the mind, body, world balance—I already know that. My problems are rarely solved by thinking about them. I have to experience the solution.
My family sympathizes for my having to work over Thanksgiving, not realizing how glad I am to be knitting while we visit. Multi-tasking is dangerous, but so is boredom.
The farm has helped me to recognize the value of being. Each week I learned something and my mind was at ease. The tasks I completed were special because they weren’t revolutionary—just tending to the needs of the plants. I perfected my leaf raking skills and know to cut flowers at the node. I can efficiently coil a hose and harvest collards. It kept me here. Here without worry about what’s behind or ahead, making sure I’m planting the garlic on a straight line, is happiest.
I am about to make four pair of identical pants in different fabrics because I can’t decide which to use. Extra physical work relieves a lot of mental stress. Four pairs of real pants is better than of one real pair plus three spirit pairs taunting what they might be. And I like sewing anyway.