Note: Sam Harris is a brilliant writer. I’ve subscribed to his blog and found this article interesting. I add the article here because Trump’s election to the Whitehouse changes even the goals of a simple experiment such as self-sufficiency. His election, if it does not conjure philosophical questions, conjures psychological questions at the very least.
President Trump has had a busy first week in office, displaying the anarchic grandiosity, callousness, and ineptitude of which he seems uniquely capable. He is every inch what we knew him to be: a malignant Chauncey Gardiner. And now our…
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There’s only so many hours in a day. That is the lesson to learn if one is to try to take a self-sufficient idea to a self-sufficient reality. Some of those hours are better spent resting and some are better spent working. There is a balance and I notice it when I swing by (thanks to J. Mellencamp for that bit of word play). This week was to be the week where both the greenhouse and the woodshed were to be started (not started) as well as my wife’s desk (started), and the cabinet doors and closet door for a new built in finished (done). I did mention to catch a bad head cold.
I don’t believe I’m lazy, but looking back over the week the projects fell short. But is that really the case? There must be time for rest and relaxation; we all know that. Taking time, however, is a different story. Work defines us to a great extent and there is nothing wrong with that, but the guilt of not getting all the projects going is ridiculous. There are those out there that feel this way and know what the importance of rest and relaxation are. They also know how difficult it is to do when there is a list of things to be done.
Self-employment carries the weight of work rather than the joy of work, but this is unfortunate. Often those self-employed become that for the simple reason of making decisions for themselves. However, the reality is often the opposite: the projects needing to be finished make the decisions for them. There is nothing wrong with having to work until late in the evening or even “crazy” hours, but there is something skewed to the thought that one must do this.
I, like many, enjoy working and the feeling that comes with finishing a job, doing it correctly and being able to look upon something built with my own hands. This is a craft-less world that needs more time, not more things. This is, perhaps, a good thing to remember when we wake up in the morning with a list of unfinished projects or unfinished business. The business of rest is equally important and (as I am finding) equally difficult as business as usual.
Deep in the night of distrust comes the dreams that make us, us.
In the starlight of the dark the mirror of our soul we realize that it was always.
In the muck of mired reality and mindless noise I find peace under a tree.
Memories flood the causeways and hope finds a boat.
The world must go on, but in our minds we know that we must not.
I had a bicycle once, and felt free.
Joy can be found but must be forced from its hiding place among the crowds.
Tears flow from the hidden parts of our lives, those forgotten gems.
To tear away the truth is to tear away the fabric of all there is to know.
Love lays silently wishing for the days that have gone by.
Waking from a startled sleep I search for source of my trouble.
Say goodbye to the memories of those who must live in the past.