Drudgery is as necessary to call out the treasures of the mind, as harrowing and planting those of the earth.
Are you kidding me? frozen salad again??
That’s right; I’m talking about drudgery. I told you you weren’t going to like it.
It’s nearly impossible to work on a small farm and not develop a sense of religious awe, amazement and/or wonder.
Spending so much time alone with your thoughts and directly engaged with Nature and your own limitations, you can’t help but be filled with humility and a sense of quiet joy.
But just as often, the mind chatters with frustration, discomfort and resistance. And, there’s just no avoiding the awareness of how helpless we really are against Nature’s random whims which can really undermine your sense of importance.
It’s true: some days, I just don’t feel like it. These icy winter mornings I admit the possibility of lingering in my warm sheets, enjoying another warm, slow cup of coffee and reading a good book crosses my mind.
SOMEONE’S GOT his HAY HAT ON – CAN YOU SEE HIM? What’s this got to do with drudgery? Not much, but it’s one of the little amusements of the season…
I don’t want to pull on all those layers and trudge out into the winter blast of a morning to carry hay here, haul freezing water there, feed cows, pigs & horses, shovel, dig, plow, sweep, mow, repair, haul, chop, fix, fill, empty, wash, or whatever.
It’s drudgery I tell you. But what is drudgery but the tempering of faith and character? Make peace with drudgery and you can do anything.
Whenever the darkness of drudgery and discomfort is getting the best of me, I talk myself into looking at it this way: performing menial tasks with a willing and serving heart is like saying a prayer or performing a Devotion. Emphasis on the willing and serving part – that’s when real mastery kicks in.
Henry’s got his hay hat on…
Ego aside, performing lowly service free of grumbling and resentment always rewards with something good. It may be a special moment shared with the animals, an inspiringly beautiful scene, the satisfaction of becoming skilled and self sufficient, or the gift of a fantastic idea.
And, nearly always, performing
chores Acts of Devotion overcomes my weaker ego and I return home filled with energy and enthusiasm and renewed commitment, glad I got to be out there doing my thing and feeling sorry for those who missed out by staying inside distracted by aimless, soft pursuits.
Silly Bess is wearing hers…
So, see? Now you’re jealous that I get to go out and wrestle in the cold with the tractor, dirty bales of hay tied with frozen strings, a bunch of pushy heifers and freezing water. But no life is without it’s particular drudgeries.
Femme says I’m the silly one – she’s just saving some for later
How do you manage daily drudgery?