Chores


A farm with animals means chores.

And chores mean you are outside twice a day at least—rain, shine, hot, cold, well, ill—you must show up for those that depend on you for food, water and shelter.

It can be easy to see those chores as a jail: Trapping you to the confines of the farm, demanding your time, scheduling your life. 

But I find chores rather freeing their own strange way. They free me to quit worrying about the things I can’t change so I can deal with the ones I can, like empty water buckets to be filled or dirty stalls to be cleaned. 

They free me from the confines of the house so I have reason to be outside and thus observe the sunrise and sunset, the migration of the birds, the awakening of evening insects—doing chores keeps me connected to the space around me.

And most importantly they give me time each day—undistracted by society, the media, technology, modern life in general—to just be in that very moment. Touching, Seeing, hearing, feeling the very real world around me. Chores and the demands of farm life free me to truly be right here, right now...and let me tell you, I think it’s a pretty great place to be.

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