Something weird happens to me in the fall. Like a biological instinct to head south for the winter, I am strangely infused with an energy to gather and prepare for the long winter months ahead.
It is like my instincts take over and it is time to harvest.
This year it has taken the monumental form of pickling and salsa making. I rationalize my crazy as though it will be good for me. "No preservatives" I say, as I spend days chopping, sterilizing and preparing.
My mind knows costco will be open all winter, but I am drawn to this kind of harvesting as though I am having an out of body experience and my great grandmother has stepped in.
I find myself looking over fences, scouting apples, and scorning those who do not pick them.
My life force wants to harvest and there seems little I can do.
Although the Puritan in me believes that home cooked food is good for you, I have definitely taken it too far - plus taken my family with me. I have been canning all weekend, convinced I will triumph. I soothe
myself knowing that each moment of preparation was rich with creativity and connected to one of my favourite mediums, food. However, I am left here on a Sunday night as my family has all gone to bed, listening to the chatter of yet another batch of cans processing in the hot pans of boiling water. I lament that there is one more batch to go before I too can retire.
"This is not so unbusy" I think to myself.
My plan has gone awry. I have stepped into the future and left the moment far behind, thinking I can be prepared for what comes. To be ready, have my pantry stacked, abandoning all senses that I now know I will be taken care of in each moment. That all I need is always available to me. Perhaps this crazy instinctual drive is part of that. I have sure had a lot of energy and honestly have loved the experience of it.
You see, I have a strange love affair with making things. All kinds of things, art, food, crafts, projects etc.
For example, the other day, I was absolutely thrilled with myself, as I had figured out on my own, how to make a garlic braid. I love it. I just do.
Well here is to an ounce of crazy in a sea of grounded days. I sure hope we all like the salsa and pickles. We definitely have a lot of them with extra cucumbers and peppers to spare.
Kim McCrimmon lives in Canada and blogs about simple
artful living and the journey of becoming Unbusy On Purpose.
Getting unbusy on purpose has been a process. I'm here to share some of what I have learned and the tales of its making.
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