I feel you and your family amigo. I spent a good part of my life working in the mud or despairing for rain. I parted from too many dear animals. Oh the tears. Then those privileged moments of experiencing the absolute perfection of nature take us to our knees. The life of a peasant is honorable but so harsh. How can it work better? It is just too hard to go it alone. The Amish seem to have figured out how to balance the demands of hard work with a life in community. I hope you have some like minded families near by. I send blessings and solidarity from afar.
Exquisite beauty all around. Thank you for the vulnerability of your heart-soul-breaths. They are seen & heard & felt.
The beauty in your son's eyes is magic of the earth & sky.
If it feels resonant, I would invite you to ask the part of yourself which refers to & spellcasts you into calling yourself a peasant, what else it might have to say. What pains does it wish to voice? What would it like you, its sovereign, to feel? How can you give this part of you such voice, that you can truly feel its emotional & somatic depths within your body?
Spoken from love & kindness & compassion—I find myself in similar conflicts that I am currently working through.
I feel you and your family amigo. I spent a good part of my life working in the mud or despairing for rain. I parted from too many dear animals. Oh the tears. Then those privileged moments of experiencing the absolute perfection of nature take us to our knees. The life of a peasant is honorable but so harsh. How can it work better? It is just too hard to go it alone. The Amish seem to have figured out how to balance the demands of hard work with a life in community. I hope you have some like minded families near by. I send blessings and solidarity from afar.
Exquisite beauty all around. Thank you for the vulnerability of your heart-soul-breaths. They are seen & heard & felt.
The beauty in your son's eyes is magic of the earth & sky.
If it feels resonant, I would invite you to ask the part of yourself which refers to & spellcasts you into calling yourself a peasant, what else it might have to say. What pains does it wish to voice? What would it like you, its sovereign, to feel? How can you give this part of you such voice, that you can truly feel its emotional & somatic depths within your body?
Spoken from love & kindness & compassion—I find myself in similar conflicts that I am currently working through.