As I write this
I am sitting at the table inside the “long room“ in the farm cottage. It’s a
warm summer Sunday afternoon and we have been here since lunch time yesterday.
But what makes this weekend different is that my family is here with me. You
see, the cottage has now been repaired to the point where it is now just about
weather proof. (Depending on exactly where in the cottage you stand during a
rain storm) The cottage also has running water, lights that switch on and off
and it has a toilet that flushes. (All
off grid I am proud to say) These simple conveniences make it possible for my
wife, my daughter, my sister in law and her son to stay over with me at the
farm last night. It was the first time for my wife to sleep over here, so I
count it as a bit of a milestone. The thing is though, it just feels better to
me for me to be going about my chores, moving the cattle, feeding the chickens
or watering the fruit trees with my wife and family here on the farm. Yes we
had a fun braai outside last night and a pleasant breakfast this morning, but
for the most part it’s just about knowing that we are here together, not
necessarily that we are having deep, meaningful conversation or helping each
other physically. When, as I have been doing for over a year now, I work on the
farm over the weekends leaving my family at home in town, it feels different. It
feels more rushed, strained perhaps. As if though a part of me feels that I am
stealing time from them. I don’t know. I have not consciously recorded thinking
that I am stealing time, it’s just that when we are here together allowing time
to pass slowly together, it just feels so much better. It feels very right. It
feels as if though it were meant to be. So perhaps this too is a lesson from
the farm, one of the laws of the farm, that are true to the farm, but true also
to our civilisation.
No. We can't choose our family |
Let’s think
about this a little. Because the idea of family and its “usefulness” seem in
some parts of the world to have become caught up in politics of polarity , where the term “family values” have
become used as a code to mean, conservative, male dominated and religious. I am
not talking about that here. Rather what I am observing is and process of
evolution, where our species has grown to become strong and prosperous by
holding together in family groups or perhaps larger clan groups in the time of
our foraging forefathers. Other species have evolved in such a way so as to
make them highly successful to live alone for the most part. On the farm here
we often see bushbuck. Sometimes a big impressive grey black male, will reveal himself
for a few seconds before bounding off into the forest. At other times the
female will peer through the shrubs, smaller and brown. We have not yet seen
them together, as a couple. It seems Bushbuck
are quite successful at living apart from each other for most of the time. But
the ducks that visit the dam are always in a family group. Sometimes there are
four of them together, other times just two. I have not yet seen a lone duck on
the dam. Ducks seem to be family birds. I notice that the monkeys are always in
a group of 10 or 20 when they raid the ripening cherry guavas.
Bushbuck - Tragelaphus sylvaticus |
Of course, humans
have big brains and an impressive amount of will power, we can chose to do many
things that may go against our evolutionary programming. We could live
completely by ourselves and we have proven it. Every now and then there is some
record broken when some brave person circumnavigates the globe single handed in
a yacht, even smaller than the previous brave person who did so. Of course it’s
possible. What I am working on though in my own life, is to observe in me, what
are the “laws” what is my evolutionary programming? In order that I can embrace
it and work with it. In order that I can
understand when I feel down or lonely that it is probably that I am feeling
removed from my family. And by contrast, perhaps the reason ( or maybe one of
the reasons) that I am feeling energised and reconnected with farm and with my life
and with my mission, is that I feel I am together in this with my family. We
are on a joint mission. We are working together. We work at different speeds
and we need different things to make us comfortable and relaxed, but we are all
on the same mission.
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