I did a psychological pilgrimage of sorts a couple of years ago.
lots of "kids" went back packing or on road trips after secondary school, I willfully went homeless in my hometown.
for days on end I'd sit in my car in the middle of the town and watch the world go by. watching the communities ebs and flows. people fight and argue, and so on.
somewhere along the way I realized I didn't want to participate in that anymore. that 7-9am and 3-5 pm rush to get to work or home or peoples undue attitudes towards each other out in "the jungle".
people looked down at me for being on the streets but never stopped to realize I Was nicer and happier than they ever were in their chaos.
I realized all I wanted in life was some property to raise my family from the earth. grow our own foods, medicines, make our own food, leave the system designed to use and abuse us. the system that intentionally takes us from our families day after day in the name of "stability".
this last year has been tough.
I almost went homeless again after a serious injury. and there's been a lot of learning lessons.
we lost a record number of plants to adverse weather, lost a couple of animals to "nature" and learning lessons, and I've gone through hell learning new skills.
deep down there's some days I want to throw in the towel. its hard, things aren't fair. but my ancestors didn't give up because their crops failed. they didn't quit because their cattle died. they didn't get upset because they had to learn a new skill they had never even considered or heard of. they kept pushing. otherwise they went hungry. we have pictures dating back to the 1930's of my great grandparents and grandparents in the fields showing off the "family car" and livestock. the new "icebox" they had fought to buy and I recall growing up listening to my grandfather talking about how they would moonshine to get ahead of the curve. they did anything they had to just to survive. I remember grandpa telling me they had to put a horse down because they ran out of protein. as a kid that seemed pretty extreme but as an adult I see how their desire to keep the hose was outweighed by the need to eat. there's that dose of reality with that story. survival by anymeans necessary.
so, self sustainability. it's not just some instagram fad. it's not a matter of making anyone else happy. to me, it means providing for my family without the help of society at large at every waking turn.
today marks 4 years since the day I checked into rehab and started the persistent grind to self sufficiency. the first couple of years were all about learning how to live day to day without fentanyl easing the constant pain. the last 2 years were all about learning new things. now it's all starting to come together.
the cucoon is unraveling. moth or butterfly I'll come out better than I was years ago when I needed a little blue tablet just to live.
I write all this because I want to start a dialogue here in this subforum. it's not a very active sub but if you're here; tell me why? what drives you to want to be self sufficient. what have you done to achieve those goals? what do you know that I don't? maybe we can share notes and experiences to benefit mutually.
I want everyone to eat, and I don't think the system we were all raised in is designed for our welfare. that statement supersedes politics. on the contrary I think the politics of it all is what hampers mankind at large from thriving.
while I have you here I also have a thread on home made meals (stuff that is made from scratch barring boxed and premixed ingredients i.e. no preservatives and additives) I hope you'll participate by sharing a recipe. I like to add to the thread as I cook stuff that my family enjoys maybe you'll find a recipe you enjoy or share one that you enjoy.
thanks for your time
NeitherHere
lots of "kids" went back packing or on road trips after secondary school, I willfully went homeless in my hometown.
for days on end I'd sit in my car in the middle of the town and watch the world go by. watching the communities ebs and flows. people fight and argue, and so on.
somewhere along the way I realized I didn't want to participate in that anymore. that 7-9am and 3-5 pm rush to get to work or home or peoples undue attitudes towards each other out in "the jungle".
people looked down at me for being on the streets but never stopped to realize I Was nicer and happier than they ever were in their chaos.
I realized all I wanted in life was some property to raise my family from the earth. grow our own foods, medicines, make our own food, leave the system designed to use and abuse us. the system that intentionally takes us from our families day after day in the name of "stability".
this last year has been tough.
I almost went homeless again after a serious injury. and there's been a lot of learning lessons.
we lost a record number of plants to adverse weather, lost a couple of animals to "nature" and learning lessons, and I've gone through hell learning new skills.
deep down there's some days I want to throw in the towel. its hard, things aren't fair. but my ancestors didn't give up because their crops failed. they didn't quit because their cattle died. they didn't get upset because they had to learn a new skill they had never even considered or heard of. they kept pushing. otherwise they went hungry. we have pictures dating back to the 1930's of my great grandparents and grandparents in the fields showing off the "family car" and livestock. the new "icebox" they had fought to buy and I recall growing up listening to my grandfather talking about how they would moonshine to get ahead of the curve. they did anything they had to just to survive. I remember grandpa telling me they had to put a horse down because they ran out of protein. as a kid that seemed pretty extreme but as an adult I see how their desire to keep the hose was outweighed by the need to eat. there's that dose of reality with that story. survival by anymeans necessary.
so, self sustainability. it's not just some instagram fad. it's not a matter of making anyone else happy. to me, it means providing for my family without the help of society at large at every waking turn.
today marks 4 years since the day I checked into rehab and started the persistent grind to self sufficiency. the first couple of years were all about learning how to live day to day without fentanyl easing the constant pain. the last 2 years were all about learning new things. now it's all starting to come together.
the cucoon is unraveling. moth or butterfly I'll come out better than I was years ago when I needed a little blue tablet just to live.
I write all this because I want to start a dialogue here in this subforum. it's not a very active sub but if you're here; tell me why? what drives you to want to be self sufficient. what have you done to achieve those goals? what do you know that I don't? maybe we can share notes and experiences to benefit mutually.
I want everyone to eat, and I don't think the system we were all raised in is designed for our welfare. that statement supersedes politics. on the contrary I think the politics of it all is what hampers mankind at large from thriving.
while I have you here I also have a thread on home made meals (stuff that is made from scratch barring boxed and premixed ingredients i.e. no preservatives and additives) I hope you'll participate by sharing a recipe. I like to add to the thread as I cook stuff that my family enjoys maybe you'll find a recipe you enjoy or share one that you enjoy.
thanks for your time




