A Right Livelihood

Graduation ceremonies occurred tonight across the street on the school’s football field with attendees in the bleachers. Many people park along the street, I guess to make it easier to leave once the event is over.

It was fun watching them all walking, families of all sorts and ages; some dressed up, some in jeans. One man spent an inordinate amount of time inspecting his vehicle, which, mind you was a pretty hot, souped up truck with special wheels. The wheels were more than half as tall as he was. He was at least above 40, so not a kid. I couldn’t tell if he was making sure of whether his parking was satisfactory or if he was just admiring his beast.

I was in the yard making early evening inspection of the plant goings on and took the time to enjoy the people passing by. It was impossible not to think about choices. All these young people getting ready to advance to another segment of their lives, with so much in front of them. All the different classes of people attending their respective graduate’s accomplishment. A Corvette drove by. Made me think of the several Corvette’s I’ve been acquainted with and the one time I sought to almost purchase one.

A right livelihood

I took this image lately because it is an area that is next on the agenda to tackle doing something about. When I look at the picture, I see so much that is wrong with my home and property, and what little resources I have with which to work. Choices I’ve made.

The first choice I made in life was not so much one I really had much to say about as it wasn’t in my nature to take a sensible kind of job like my mother hoped I would; civil service, utility,  or the railroad. That would have been like eating peas to me, they make me gag. My mother finally stopped trying to make me eat them and she knew I needed something different for a life direction. I wanted to be an artist. I had received a summer scholarship to attend The Academy of Art in San Francisco, leaving the day after graduation. Of course, when I returned, it was necessary for me to work. My mother had already lined up something she was sure would be my cup of tea. A man had started a business that was on the order of a Kinkos, (which now don’t even exist), but long before any of us knew of them. Business services. He had paste up and layout. He did advertising. He bound books. He did radio and local events at malls. He had artists on staff and created an art gallery, hiring a man to curate it that had been a portrait painter at Disneyland. He hired me as a “Girl Friday”. He thought I had great potential. I was 18. I got to go out and run errands all over town in my car, with my gas. He paid us a couple of times and we worked for free for the remainder of the year or so it finally took us all to realize that it wasn’t going to succeed. He was charming and we all loved him and the work we were doing. My wonderful mother kept telling me to “hang in there”.

Submission for Scholarship

Submission for Scholarship, Pastels

Most of my life after that was spent “hanging in there”.

I was enjoying myself, drifting from place to place with the breeze. I challenged a lot of people with my conviction that everything is meaningless and of no value, that everything returns to nothingness”,  quoting Masanobu Fukuoka, of The One-Straw Revolution fame. A wonderful book mind you. He was a revolutionary farmer in Japan.

Most of my career was spent as an Interior Designer, so to speak, using artistic talents and a passion for sewing and all things fabric to help clients make their homes what they wanted them to be; but I was never really happy. I loved the work of creating spaces, but I soon got to the point of feeling it was meaningless, wasteful and of no value. For the most part it is a completely unnecessary consumption. A pure luxury.

I have managed to spend parts of two days this week working on cleaning out the garage/studio to make it ready to teach sewing. All of it so far, sorting through papers from life, (I plan to use the file cabinets to organize patterns). Purging that past forced me to revisit the history of a young woman who I can see clearly now was razor focused on getting to a right livelihood; i.e., “Do What You Love, The Money Will Follow” ~ Marsha Sinetar

All these young people marching off to new futures; some to useless wars, some to certain servitude with a college education. (“Student debt is really nothing more than a fancier form of indentured servitude.” ~ Simon Black of Sovereign Man)

I hope they get quickly to where they are pursuing their right livelihoods and don’t waste a minute doing things that will eventually seem meaningless. Of course, some people will still want that Corvette or the big fancy truck with wheels and think it means something.

Maybe for them it still does.

Front Yard Farmacy

I’m happy watching plants grow.

The article referenced and linked above by Simon Black is a wonderful tool to help your young person focus on a direction for their future. Well worth a read.

I’m so glad I had a mother who encouraged me to seek what my soul asked me to. It wasn’t always easy, and it took way longer than I would have liked but I am finally at a point where I am free to do what I love and let the money follow.

This week the Dorsett Golden Apple tree found its home on the #SouthFortyTriangleLot just east of the #3Hugelbed. The left over dirt was made into a bed to give 3 more of the volunteer watermelon seedlings a second chance.

#UnderTheScragglyTree got some flower seeds sown and some donated, cedar-smelling logs placed to help keep the #WildGirls from scratching them up. The little volunteer mystery tomato that I left there is doing exceptionally well, especially after the addition of the compost.

I hope you had a good week doing whatever it is you love. If you are following me, no doubt you’re a gardener too.

Until next week, hope you do no tilling.

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