Thursday, February 7, 2013
There's so much talk in blogland about Prepping. About Preppers. About Survivalists. It scares me AND it certainly makes me think. A lot of people talk like this is something new, and it's not. I'm pretty sure that when our ancestors stored food for the winter, they weren't doing it for any reason besides an effort to ward off starvation. Most people, from the beginning of time, have opted to LIVE through the winter when there wasn't any food growing out there. lol One of the things that humans have evolved into is a a big gasbag of ego. I am stunned by folks that think they invented all this stuff. And I mean ANY of it...the "prepping", the fear, the techniques. And I am as bad as anyone--don't get me wrong. I'm not necessarily pointing fingers here...just making observations.
My own personal stand here: (like you care, right??) lol is as much this as anything: We have abused this planet for such a long time and the abuses are getting more and more toxic by the minute. I have an opportunity to make a difference in not only my own life, but in the life of Mother Earth. I have the opportunity to do this by nurturing and learning and acting wisely.
I prefer homesteading to prepping. Mostly because, when I look up the word "stead" I get this definition:
tr.v., stead·ed, stead·ing, steads.
To be of advantage or service to; benefit.
I love the feeling that I'm part of something bigger and better and healthier than the status quo. I love my liuttle piece of dirt out here on Honeysuckle Hill and my fruit trees that I planted myself and my modest little cottage. I love the blackberries that grow wild and the raspberries that didn't. I love making peach jam every year and eating it in the dead of winter...getting that feeling on my tongue of July in the middle of February. I love making supper and going into the pantry and carrying out jars of green beans and tomatoes and pickled okra. It feeds my soul.
It's a good life. One based on love and service and trust and hard work. And I think I'll keep doing it as long as possible. We raise chickens and we eat the eggs and the straw and manure nourish the soil. We compost everythng we can and that goes into the soil as well. We garden organically without the use of pesticides and chemicals, so we know exactly what we're eating. We live and we learn and we give it all we've got. And most years we prosper and some years we don't. And it's all okay. It's the circle of life.
I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Happy 'Steading, everyone !