Life

Lifted

In the depths of winter I finally learned that within me
there lay an invincible summer.
– Albert Camus

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Several years ago I read an old novel called The Circle Of The Day, by Helen Howe. Basically it describes a single day in the life of an ordinary woman, but of course this day turns out to be anything but ordinary.

In the first few pages we meet our heroine (I like that her name is Faith) as she quietly reflects on her comfortable, stable life and her relationships with the people around her. And then she learns something that changes everything about the way she sees her life and her relationships. Naturally she’s thrown completely off-balance, and struggles to come to terms with this new perception of reality. But that very effort leads her to new revelations, new realities that she has no choice but to try and get a handle on, and trying to get a handle on them leads inevitably to even more revelations. By the end of the day (which is also the end of the book) she is almost a different woman, not because her life has changed (it hasn’t, really) but because her perceptions have changed so profoundly.

Extend the concept’s timeframe and you have a perfect summary of my past year.

I’m still living in the same house, still filling my days with the same parenting and gardening and housework that I’ve always done, but everything has changed. And that didn’t –couldn’t have — happened all at once. The passing words of wisdom that shone a new light in my mind a month ago might have meant nothing to me four months ago, because I wasn’t…you know, there yet. I had to follow the path, step by step, in order to understand the vista as it unfolded.

My most recent revelation was one of those things that seems ridiculously simple and obvious in retrospect, and yet it literally took me 40 years to grasp.

And now I’m sitting here trying to figure out how to explain it, because I don’t want to say it wrong, because it’s a profoundly important concept if one hopes to live a spiritually effective life.

Okay. I’ve never been one to stick neat, confining labels onto people, and I know that sweeping generalities tend to fail when you take a closer look at things, but I have come to understand that pretty much everyone in the world falls into one of two groups: the Holder-Downers and the Lifter-Uppers.

Holder-Downers come in two basic flavors: the ones who need to see themselves as (and be recognized as) superior beings and believe that the way to do that is to crush everyone around them; and the (much rarer) ones who have knowingly embraced the dark side and simply want to spread as much darkness as possible.

Lifter-Uppers feel that the way to make the world a better place is to improve the condition of the entire human race, one person at a time if need be. They freely offer a kind word or a helping hand to almost anyone in need of one.

Here’s where it gets less simple, and this is the part that took me longest to grasp: a Lifter-Upper cannot help a Holder-Downer in any meaningful way. Holder-Downers don’t want to be lifted up. They may want to use you for whatever they can get and leave your empty shell behind, they may want to take what you have because they think that if it makes you happy then maybe it will make them happy too, they may want to actively destroy you if you appear to be standing between them and something they desire, but they have zero interest in personal redemption. You cannot help them. Move on. They’re in God’s hands, and if He wants to reach into their heart and transform them He’s fully capable of that. You are not, so don’t waste your time trying. Most of them are spiritual vampires who will drain you dry if you let them.

This is not to say that all Holder-Downers should be avoided completely. For one thing that’s not even possible: there are too many of them, they’re everywhere. For another thing, many of them have something useful to teach you about the life-destroying forces of greed, selfishness and malice. A good long look at the empty lives of spiritual futility that Holder-Downers inevitably lead can be a powerful motivator for keeping your own moral compass calibrated in the right direction.

Sometimes it takes a while to figure out which camp a person belongs to, and sometimes it only takes a conversation or two. The Holder-Downers are usually the ones telling you all about what’s wrong with you, or what they want you to think is wrong with you. The Lifter-Uppers are the ones searching out what’s best in you, your most redeeming qualities, and nourishing those.

That’s not to say there’s only room for praise in a Lifting relationship. A few weeks ago I was with a group of friends, and at one point me and a couple of the others made some humorous comments about the personality quirks of someone else we know. I don’t think we were being mean-spirited, and we certainly meant no harm, but we were in fact laughing and joking about the foibles of an absent friend.

Then another girl said very gently, “I know I’m the youngest one here, and I don’t know [that person], but they’re not here, and I think if they were here their feelings would probably be hurt.”

We all instantly felt the truth of what she’d said, and the jokes stopped. This is the kind of company I delight in now: the ones that like and accept me just as I am while inspiring me to be better. Lifters.

Happy Love Thursday, everyone. May we all do our best to be Lifter-Uppers, and not let the Holder-Downers get a toehold on our souls.

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Magnetism

I got tired of paying professionals to patch holes in my car tires, so I ordered one of those super-strong rare earth magnets from Amazon in hopes of snagging all the jaggy metal flotsam from my driveway that I can’t seem to find just by looking.

My magnet arrived yesterday, and this morning I did a quick experimental pass over part of my driveway and the surrounding dirt. Within minutes it looked like this:

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I guess that would explain all the leaky tires.

This thing is CRAZY strong. It found a pipe buried beneath my driveway and I literally had to pry it off the dirt with a clawhammer. And then I had to pry it off my hammer with the corner of my (wooden) back porch.

I’m afraid to bring it into my computer room for fear that it will wipe my hard drive from ten feet away. And heaven help you if your fingers get between it and any substantial metal object, like a full set of keys. (Not that I would be so careless or anything. Just a random example.)

(Ouch.)

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So Am I Officially Old Now?

If I have to turn 40, y’all have to hear about it.

It’s been said that life begins at 40, so it seems kind of appropriate that my birthday fell on Easter Sunday this year. The kids and I began the day at a sunrise service in Aguanga, and the ancient and forever-fresh Easter messages of salvation and joy and victory over darkness suited my frame of mind perfectly.

Later there was the regular church service, which was wonderful, and then an Easter egg hunt there on the grounds for the kids, and then we drove over to the Trinity pasture to check on the new baby (first calf of spring, about two weeks old now and doing great!), and then Luke and Elizabeth went to see their dad and I spent a couple hours down in the garden planting stuff and preparing some new beds and rejoicing over the latest new seedlings (and bulblings and crownlings) (it’s my day, they’re words if I want them to be) pushing their way up into the sunshine. Because there was also lots of warm sunshine today, for the first time in about a week, which just goes to show that Mother Nature can appreciate a birthday as well as anyone. So basically I celebrated my 40th year of bornfulness by doing most of my favorite stuff and surrounded by most of my favorite people (at least the local ones), and it was good.

There’s a bunch of philosophical stuff I wanted to put into this post, but now I’m thinking that that subject is going to run really long so I’m going to save it for another entry. But there WILL be navel-gazing, oh yes indeed. I just happen to be so spastic on Easter-candy-overdose right now that I’m seeing two navels, and that can’t be good for waxing philosophical if one wishes to be taken seriously.

And I’m a middle-aged grup now. I DEMAND to be taken seriously! Get off my lawn, you damn kids!

Wait. I’ve resolved to stop using profanity now that I’ve left my tempestuous youth behind.

Get off my lawn, you darn kids. Please. Thank you. Have a cookie.

I don’t actually have a lawn, of course.

I have cookies though. I’m having cookies right now. They have jelly beans on them.

I think I may possibly have three navels. {twitch}

This calls for another round of chocolate eggs….

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Sharing The Wealth

“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
~Howard Thurman

I was maybe five or six years old the first time I heard the story of Johnny Appleseed. I’m sure it was a watered-down version of John Chapman’s life that had been vastly oversimplified for young children, but I remember well the way it lit up my imagination and filled my dreams with new, childishly idyllic ambitions. THAT’S what I was going to do when I grew up! Just wander across the country, communing peaceably with wildlife and planting stuff. Perfect.

(I was also going to marry Bambi when I grew up. Life’s possibilities are very flexible when you’re six.)

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In February I started getting together with the Pastor of my church once a week over lunch or breakfast at the local diner. It’s sort of a spiritual counseling session, and it’s been more helpful to me than I have words to express. I’ve been sitting here just now trying to think of a way to explain the whys and hows of the profound value these talks have had for me, but I’ve finally decided that it would take up too much space and I probably wouldn’t get it right anyway.

During our very first lunch together the Pastor said something that I quite frankly wasn’t ready to hear. He said I was a healer, or was destined to be one. At that time I was firmly in the grip of a personal upheaval, and my own spiritual (and mental and emotional) health felt as fragile as an eggshell. The last thing I wanted to think about was being around other unhealthy people on purpose.

I told Pastor Bill as much, and then pushed the whole idea to the back of my head, where it sort of dug in and put down roots and started to grow, and maybe a month later I realized that I did in fact feel a desire to help others who, like me, were seeking wholeness. But I couldn’t picture myself doing what the Pastor does: talking to spiritually needy people about their spiritual needs day after day, week after week…the mere thought makes me feel like crawling into bed and pulling the covers over my ears.

And then one morning a couple weeks ago I woke up from an intense dream with the answer filling my head and heart with absolute certainty, like the voice of God Himself. I’ve forgotten the dream (I guess I should have written it down), but the certainty is still with me.

Johnny Appleseed was onto something.

Of course, Anza already has more than enough apple trees. You can’t throw a rock in this town without hitting an apple orchard. But I look around at all the scared, struggling, unemployed or soon-to-be-unemployed people in this town, people who can barely afford to buy groceries anymore, and I think, “That would be me if I didn’t have all this food growing on my property.”

And I realized: they should have it too. All of them. There should be grapevines and strawberry patches and raspberry canes and sunchokes in every backyard.

And I can help make that happen, at least locally. I can give away cuttings and sprouts and suckers and roots and bulbs and tubers until the whole valley is supplied. It won’t cost me anything, other than a bit of time and effort. Most edible perennials are easy to propagate and simple to grow.

This isn’t something I can start doing, like, today. I’ve just started growing things like strawberries and sunchokes myself, and they need to get better established before I’ll have enough to give away. But just having the goal in my head makes me feel alive and purposeful. I can make a real, tangible difference in this town. Sure, growing conditions are less than ideal in Anza. The poor soil, the arid climate, the altitude…these are challenges that I learned to overcome by trial and error, and I can share all the things I’ve learned. I can turn my own property into a kind of test kitchen, to find out what can be grown here and what can’t, and let people come and see and taste the possibilities for themselves.

This is a purpose I can put my heart into. I’d been planning to turn my property into a self-sufficient Eden anyway, but the thought of helping everyone else who wants to do the same is what has really fired my imagination.

Next winter I’ll start handing out rooted grapevine cuttings. The first step in what I hope will be a new and productive journey.

It feels really good to have a solid long-term goal again. I can’t wait to get started.

Categories: Christianity, Edible Perennials, environment, frugality, Gardening, Life, Self-Sufficiency | 2 Comments

Knight To Queen’s Center Island

Luke and Elizabeth are supposed to return all their toys and stuff to their bedrooms or the playroom before they go to bed at night, but I found this on the living-room floor this morning:

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I have no idea what they call it or what the rules might be, but I suspect that it may be distantly related to Calvinball.

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