This time of year often passes me by in a blur. Travel, cookies, family visits and work all conspire to keep me dazed. Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of my life. Then I’m spit out next year.
Lately we are redoubling our efforts to thin out stuff, gift it away, and recommit to our very favorites. My eyeglasses broke and not only did I order the exact same replacements but also stockpiled parts from all the half broken or just plain ugly ones I’m letting go of.
I imagine one possible future for myself, on a remote island setting up an eyeglasses repair shop with my very tiny screwdrivers.
There’s a book called Sailing the Farm that we are in danger of becoming disciples of. It outlines a post-currency lifestyle where goods and services are bartered and it all boils down to how prepared you are. How prepared we are.
All things being coincidental, we very recently met a pair of sailors on a fully handmade wooden boat, with a greenhouse built into the v-berth and a perfect zero waste nutrient cycle on board. We spent a lovely evening poking around their boat and sampling from their pantry, the whole small space full of laughter and music.
I have turned a corner almost fully regarding scarsity. Its now a great joyful game where it was once my greatest fear. Having less and less, but more of what I need, I’m spring-loaded. Lighter and more prepared.