Chop wood, carry water.

I’m so grateful for this time at home. I’m discovering just how much of an introvert I am, and I’m being given an opportunity to remember how to honor my home. Over the last several years, while I juggled maintaining a full time job, pursued and attained two degrees, and being active in my community, I haven’t put a lot of love and energy into our home. Modern life and its distractions. I have always been a “go, go, go” spirit. I remember being a little kid, propped over the front seat while my dad was driving, mom sitting shotgun, and willing them to turn left instead of right because I wasn’t ready to go home. Home was boring. Out and about was much better. 

What has been transpiring over the last few weeks is a reshaping of relationship and a shift in my energy. I have shifted my presence from ‘living in a house’ to ‘creating and nurturing a home’. I have come into a season where I would rather be home than out and about. I am making good use of this time. I am practicing “chop wood, carry water’. 

It’s raining, and one of my all-time favorite songs “Here With Me” is playing through my headphones. The vibe is luscious, chill, content – like floating in a deep blue pool of water.

In my practice of ‘chop wood, carry water’, I have come to understand that these moments of luscious vibing, where my senses are relaxed and alert, these moments require me to pay forward as much of these energies as I can.

In my last post, I wrote about the “oeconomy”, wherein the original meaning of “Oeconomy” related to the rules and laws of the household. This is where saving, frugality, conservation, building reserves originally developed. What happened in the household was an indicator of the health of the family, not just for today or this month, but for as long as feasibly possible. The home is the place where one learns how to be self-sufficient, but it is also the place where residents learn to be compassionate toward others, lest they would find themselves in a bad way, with no one to lean on for help. “There but for the Grace of God go I” was a foundational tenet of families. Not all families. But plenty. Many who had been through years of oppression, neglect, instability. Once they found stability, they tended to not forget what it was like to suffer, and would ease the suffering of others with whatever they had.

Before the profiteers, speculators, and conmen of commerce succeeded in turning us into wanton consumers, we were respectable participants in an oeconomy built of necessity and compassion. There were rules and guidelines. Never take more than you can use. Leave some for others. Do unto others. Share what you have, when you can. Waste not, want not. Don’t judge others too harshly. Be wise enough to not be made a fool of by an abuser, but don’t withhold your gift if it might help that abuser change their way.

The way that people are putting up provisions in this day and age is a bastardization of the way that my ancestors provisioned. Today, ‘preppers’ put away provisions from a place of fear. Many have no intention or plan for how to share with their community if the need should present itself. It isn’t ‘chop wood, carry water’. It’s more ‘stock and block’. It’s hoarding.

A critical mind will know the difference. To be able to differentiate between the proper way to practice ‘oeconomy’ as opposed to being a slave of the consumeristic ‘economy’.

As I have mentioned before, we have to do something differently, and we are being given that opportunity to distinguish ourselves, to distinguish our way of being a community from the way that has been forced upon us for too long. Yes, forced. There have been many attempts to return to the gift economy, the barter economy, all which have been oppressed and suppressed.

Put away provisions. Don’t hoard. Put enough away for your family and a little extra in case someone comes along that needs a little something. GIVE. GIVE. That is the only way we are going to heal.

What can you give? NOW IS THE TIME to find your way to put that one-two punch together to get to a new reality. The one punch has already been thrown. We gotta make that second punch the knock out punch, and that requires us deepening our empathy and compassion for each other.

So, in that vein, stop watching the fucking news and stop listening to the utter bullshit that is permeating social media right now. Fucking let that stuff go. It isn’t creating community. It’s creating division in community. At least until you can dance in that stream without getting shit on you. Take a break and get your heart and soul in a good place. Then when you have grounded yourself in the deep healing energy of love and compassion, come back to put goodness in, but don’t get sucked into the drama and the lies. Stay above it.

If you’ve made it this far, you should know that I’m going to change the format of this blog going forward. Since I only have a handful of readers, I’m going to start writing posts to leave for my children. For them to have something to touch into when I’m no longer around. To pass on any wisdom that the ancestors and guides put in my heart to share. So, you might see some kind of funky posts, but hopefully it will be words that resonate to others as well.

So, baamaapii and keep care of your best self. 🙂

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Twylia (the 'i' is silent)

~ I am Anishinaabe-kwe with Scottish heritage and Sami DNA. I speak on the behalf of no one but myself. My ancestors inform and guide me. My voice is but one of many who are calling for change. We have much work to do to create a good space for the real human beings who are waiting to be born.

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