CG had a great post a few weeks ago - all about choices and the ones we make about how we choose to live.
This weekend, Deus Ex Machina was helping me (I say he was helping me, and the truth is more like he was doing most of the digging and I was doing most of the helping, but I did all of the planting, and so I guess it was cooperative) fill our third barrels with compost. A third barrel, before anyone asks, is a 55 gallon barrel that was cut into thirds (because of the way the barrel was made, cutting it that way seem most logical) and then is being used as a container garden on the periphery of our leach field, where we can't plant anything in the ground, but we can plant movable containers.
He was all decked out in his grunge jeans and work boots (because he had been planning to split wood, and my plea for help interrupted his plan), going shirtless and looking yummy, and as I followed him into the backyard for, yet, another wagon-load of compost, I thought, this is exactly the life I want ... this is exactly how I want to spend my days.
So, when I read CG's post (and the subsequent one about slavery, and how we're all part of it, whether or not we wish to be), it hit home a in big way.
With the recent celebration of Memorial Day, I heard a lot about freedom, but the scary truth is that none of us are truly free. The only ones who are close are those who do for themselves, living outside the system, not dependent on others to meet their basic needs.
I am part of the problem, but I like to hope that I'm also part of the solution. It's a very odd place to be - to see so clearly what's wrong with this world, but to also be so very steeped in the culture that's causing the wrongness.
This morning, I looked out my front window ... and I saw self-sufficiency at work. It looks wild and unkempt, but it's food, and that's freedom.