Monthly Archives: February 2011

On Discipline and Disciples (In 2 Parts)

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Part 1:

Discipline (n):1. Training expected to produce a specific character or pattern of behavior. 2. Controlled behavior resulting from such training.  3. A state of order based on submission to rules and authority.  4. Punishment intended to correct or train.  5. A set of rules or methods.  6. A branch of knowledge or teaching.

Disciple (n): 1. One who embraces and assists in spreading the teachings of another.  2. Often disciple=one of the 12 original followers of Jesus.

 

So I’ll assume you’ve deduced that discipline will be the focus of today’s blog.  I realize that my lack of blogging since inception leaves a lot to be desired-hence he focus of today’s blog.  Please, I implore you to bear with me!  I’ve recently discovered that although I’ve promised a homesteaders blog, I cannot deny that I am a Christian, and that those ideals will inevitably leach out onto the page and ultimately be seen and felt not only in my writing, but also in the retelling of my life.  To clear the air, I love Jesus.  That being said, this is not an attempt at proselytizing, but it is a part of my life and I will not be ashamed or hide it.

So on to the good stuff.  I’ve been contemplating discipline a lot lately.  It seems that somewhere on the road from graduation to becoming a mother, I’ve lost some of the discipline within myself that was instrumental in the completion of things.  Don’t get me wrong, I exercise an incredible amount of discipline in some areas of my life, but others have fallen by the wayside.  And so, I’m inviting you to laugh and cry with my missteps and also to hold me accountable.  Even if I’m the only one reading this, my hope is this will serve as a timeline with which I’m able to measure my progress, or lack thereof.

Herein will follow a list of wants, needs, and expectations that I am currently aspiring to, struggling with, or just plain find necessary.

1.  No more haircuts!  I won’t be so extreme as to say ever again, but no haircuts for at least one year.  My last haircut was in December courtesy of my bearded hubby.  Let me explain.  I have a severe problem with cutting or dyeing my hair any time there are tough times in my life.  There is some internal cathartic release that occurs with every snip of the scissors.  However, I am seeking other alternatives to deal with my emotions-so, so long short hair!

2.  Plant and nurture and maintain a garden.  So far, (with a little help from some friends), stage 1 of the garden is complete.  There are raised beds (minus the soil), a compost box (already decomposing), and a front plot weeded and ready to receive some greenery.  Chickens are going to be lumped into this category too.  Gardening is essential in my life and I am going to have to get these seeds started if I want the goods.

3.  Blog regularly.   It is my most sincere hope to continue with this blog for a multitude of reasons, the largest being to appease you, the reader.  But seriously, I feel as if I need to continue to write.  It has been so long since I have put pen to paper (or fingers to keys) and it is a relief to be creating and sharing again.  I have found a joy within myself that has been lacking for so incredibly long.  I had no idea the hole within myself had grown so large and could be healed with words so easily.

4.  Be prepared to be broken and rebuilt a million times over.  This is the biggie.  Our church has placed us in discipleship groups of three.  I am in a group with two other ladies and we meet once a week.  The discipline is in the follow through.  I’m seeking to build a better me, but thankfully there are others along for the ride so I don’t have to go it alone.  However, both of these things help to draw me into my bible.  I am thankful that our housemates also help me to stay grounded in scripture on a weekly, if not daily, basis.  It is a blessing!

 

I realize that I have only just begun discussing discipleship, but I will leave off for now and complete this in the coming days-it’s far too weighty all together and I think I’ve held your attention for far too long.  Thanks for reading, and please return.  Peace.

 

 

 

 

Reclaiming Housewife

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That’s right. I said it! I’m a housewife. No frills, no excuses. The strange thing is, I’m proud to have that title attached to my name. In a world where we women work so hard to define ourselves by what we do, or are capable of, or better yet, what we’ve achieved, we have lost the splendid realization that creating and maintaining a home is an incredible feat. One to rejoice about, not shy away from.

I spent most of the last ten years doing just that. Defining myself through self-perceived successes. Now don’t misunderstand, I’m proud of my achievements-I’m just broken-hearted that until recently I devalued my status as housewife. I thought that when people heard me say that I stay at home with my daughter, they silently judged. Mainly because I am a nurse, with a license I have yet to use. But that is only one of the things that makes me whole; not the sum total of parts.

As my husband so simply put it the other day, “women are nesters”. In this mashup of DNA, we all seem to have inherited the brooding instinct. Yes, like the hens, we are so condescendingly compared to, we are broody. We nest. We lovingly await our child to “hatch” and come forth into the world. And ladies, we cackle. It’s no secret that we cluck and coo with one another over our husbands, our children, our jobs-but we never cackle over the home. It’s no laughing matter. And although I’m serious about my nest building, I’m discovering the joy in doing so and of sharing my misadventures with the other hens in the henhouse.

There is nothing more astounding to me than my ability to become a “jack of all trades”. In the past year I’ve learned to can and preserve fruits and vegetables, change cloth diapers, split and chop firewood, and fo some rudimentary hemming on a sewing machine. In the past six months I’ve created a successful sourdough starter that yielded delightful loaves from flour & water, taken up knitting, and cooked with whole grains I never thought I’d learn to pronounce. I only hope to make cheese by the year’s end! I’m on to bigger and better things. I want to know everything and there is freedom in that- more independence than being alone and successful while giving to noone! I only hope to acquire the knowledge to be a master gardener, food dehydrator, sweater knitting machine, chicken tender (not the snack food), and beekeeper. I’ve surpassed my own expectations. In my moment of death I hope to be surprised.

And the best part is, I gave so many phenomenal examples to learn from. There are ladies so selfless I cannot imagine. Women teaching daughters to sew and make handmade bagels. I have an old high school friend who has transformed her mountain home into a cave of wonders for her “husband” and son. A woman I met here has mastered the art of baking in a toaster oven. My sister inspires me daily in her seemingly seamless relationship with her daughter that rides the line between disciplinarian and friend while awaiting a husband deployed in the military. And there are countless others. I’m joining the ranks unashamedly and imploring, no, encouraging you to do the same. Raise those knitting needles, hatchets, spatulas, diaper pins highand sing ladies. Let’s sing!

Check check, one two

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Testing. Testing. Hello. Is there anybody out there? For those who have intentionally searched and especially those who’ve stumbled, welcome. I’ve been avoiding, yet secretly coveting, this whole writing a blog thing for quite some time. For better or worse, I have arrived.
I am not sure where this train is headed, but hopefully the Big Rock Candy Mountains will make an appearance along with some recipes, opinions, thoughtful ponderings, kid-friendly activites, some crafting, and farming anecdotes. This baby may become a monster in no time! I can only hope.
I guess what I am trying to say is, thanks for coming and please come back. Kick off your shoes and stay awhile. I hope we can learn from one another along the way. Feel free to share opinions or stories relative to the postings, but please be respectful of one another. And although this is the first post, it’s just preliminary, so don’t be scared the ride has only just begun!