There is something in the process of doing things that relaxes my mind.
Whether it’s splitting logs, polishing leather, patching out the guns, chopping kindling, washing dirty veg, mucking out the chook pen or tending to the vegetable patch it’s not the chore but the process that I enjoy.
I like to get things done. I take pride in the finished product at the end of some form of physical expenditure.
I love good quality practical items that I can maintain and in return they do things for me. My boots keep my feet dry and warm, my guns provide us with meat, chopped wood provids us with warmth, the veg garden feeds us, the clean chook pen will eventually provided us with clean eggs by spring.
I’m kept fairly busy with these tasks, which on top of looking after kids means that by the end of the day there isn’t much energy left to be brain drained by television. We only have one ‘telly’ in the house. It doesn’t get plugged into the antenna much, but instead it’s used for movies and documentary videos. Instead we listen to music, talk, read kids books or stare at the fire under the warmth of a woolen blanket. I recently acquired a cheap as record player to play my old LP’s, and the weekends music was an eclectic mixture, a weekend soundtrack from Bing Crosby Hawaiian, Johnny Cash to Italian traditional.
I’m not totally sure what the alternative to this lifestyle is. I’m assuming it involves blue ray players, large screen TVs, televised sports, new cars, instant heating and cooling and plenty of concrete. I think I might be living in the past, opting for semi self sufficiency and the slow life, but let me assure you, I know which one is more rewarding for the soul.