Sometimes I really wish I were more "in tune" with the universe around me. I read all these histories of ancient peoples and everyone's lives depended on the natural world, and so they respected and loved (and sometimes feared) the very earth under their feet. In the modern world of processed foods and genetically enhanced vegetables (not that I mind those, really) a person could find themselves forgetting just where all this food actually comes from.
Ideally, I would love to live on a farm. I'm aware of the long hours of hard labor that are involved with growing your own food but I feel like it would be worth it.
Realistically, I'm aware that I have grown up lazy and would probably balk at the thought of actually working hard from sun up to sun down - and outside no less! I'm nothing if not honest.
I think these constantly conflicting feelings are what get me so confused sometimes, because I think things like this often. I should probably change my ideals but I was brought up on story books so I don't even know how. At least I'm honest enough to know the difference between my ideals and reality, and I've never been one to preach my private morals to others; that would make me a hypocrite and anyway who am I to tell someone else how to live?
But there's rain today, and the rain always makes me wish I lived somewhere quiet, away from cars and people, just a little shack in the woods with a cozy fire and a soft bed with a pillow filled with goose down. I would leave the windows open while it rains and enjoy the smells of the wet forest. I would share my house with a cat who would earn his keep by catching mice and bugs. I might even keep a dog for hunting.
These are just silly dreams, though. I would probably quail without my high speed internet connection and a hot shower. I'm weak like that.
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