Wonderfully said. Far more eloquent than I could write, but if I could express myself thusly, I too would put in this light.
I been a Homesteader since a child. We just lived that way. I think my Grand Parents, Lord bless their souls please, who adopted & raised me where shaped by The Great Depression and the America of that era, they never stopped living within their means, they never wasted anything, food came from the garden and the woods, stream, or lake/ocean. Fresh bread baked twice a week, canned/preserved everything, we traded bartered, all the pre WWII ways of food and toothsome delicacies. We ate brook trout 2 days a week, fiddle heads and ramps on the side, a big old Spruce Grouse, or a brace of squirrel’s for squirrel gravy & biscuits. All the different seasons, hunting, trapping, fishing, turning the soil and planting, maple syrup, ice fishing, making the winters firewood, canning, berry season, digging potatoes, the frozen stillness of deep winter… All those wholesome things.
I always felt out of place amongst my peers friends and just the world out there, especially when my grandparents passed. Our 1682 farm burnt down when I was 14, right as Pop died. Not until I got my own “5 acres and independence” homestead did I feel whole again.
Of course over my life I drifted to some extent away then back closer, due to work, or understanding of the world as I grew thru life, but my soul, my heart never did. “5 Acres & Independence” my friend. Indeed.
Five acres and independence. A man ain’t a man if he don’t own himself some land to homestead on. It is a worthy life. The roots of ones character are laid on your land, and grow into something that satisfies ones soul. It is serenity. Peace. A thing you guard with your very life. If we are once again a nation of farmers and blacksmiths, artists and craftsmen, homesteaders, glass blowers and seamstress’s. no political elites or money changers could mess with us, we would be legion we would know we are a plurality that holds all the consent. Having land and independence nurtured from our land, we are Shepard’s of the tangible it, is one of the essential components that comprise liberty. Property. Sovereign. Essence of the primal and the natural. God’s creation.
from The Burning Platform:
Guest Post by Hardscrabble Farmer
Homesteading is a better way to live. Period.
I came to it later in life after trying- and doing fairly well at the so-called American Dream life of high income/big house/more stuff lifestyle. Living a life dependent on other people to maintain your home, teach your children, look after your health, clean your house is a form of bondage. It’s bad for your body, your family, your soul and the better you do the more people around you envy what you have. You don’t inspire them to new heights, but to drag you down. And because you don’t want to lose what you have you make compromises in what you say and how you act and what you wear or drive, the list is endless.
A homestead is a place of refuge where the life you ought to live is possible. it requires effort, sure and discipline and hard work, but those things are not burdens, they’re rewards. You spend more time with the people you love the most, you keep your body and your mind functioning at their peak, you work in the most beautiful and varied environment in all kinds of weather dealing with challenges and hardships, and reaping the benefits of resolving them on your own terms, by the sheer will of your determination and grit.
You eat better, sleep deeper, stay youthful longer, meet a better class of people who know more and share it freely. You depend upon your neighbors and they come to rely upon you, your life becomes one of the most useful tools imaginable, by solving problems and tackling projects and exigencies you could never have imagined before. Your skills sets continually expand and become better with each use. You improve the environment around you instead of leeching off of it, you beautify the world and inspire other people not to undermine your efforts, but to re-double theirs.
You start to understand your purpose in life as it was meant to be, not just as society or conventions or corporations or governments find useful, but as it relates to those worthy of your time and your energy. You stop being a commodity and become an industry. All around you you begin to produce not only a sustenance, but a surplus and instead of your energy flagging it builds up steam and gives you even more energy to tackle things you never could have imagined doing before because the only thing that ever stands in our way is our own doubt about ourselves.
And here’s another thing- most people ask themselves “am I cut out for it? Can I really handle it? The work, the sacrifice, the isolation, giving up the stuff that I like that I can’t take with me?
Of course you can. Think about the people who came over in wooden ships with nothing but a couple of hand tools. if they could hack it, you’ve got a huge advantage. And since we were designed to be problem solvers and tool users you’ll be surprised at just how easily it all comes back to you, those hundreds of thousands of years of passed down genetic predispositions to do those very things with an ease and familiarity that will blow your mind if you just give it a shot.
I always thought I was a fairly successful and intelligent guy and the way I lived my life was satisfactory by any standard, but until we decided to become homesteaders I had no idea just how much we were leaving on the table. Does homesteading prepare you? I suppose it does, but as with any eventuality you’ll only know when the time arrives, but what it does that is far more important is to allow you to live- to really be in the moment every waking hour between now and then and to do it without fear of whatever lies ahead…