“One of the reasons for its success is is that science has a built-in, error correcting machinery at its very heart. Some may consider this an overbroad characterization, but to me every time we exercise self-criticism, every time we test against the outside world, we are doing science. When we are self-indulgent and uncritical, when we confuse hopes and facts, we slide into pseudoscience and superstition.”
Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark, p. 27
A LITTLE CARAVANNING HISTORY
At the end of the first decade of the twentieth century, the young artist Frances Jennings became a semi-invalid and was advised by her doctor to spend as much time as she could in the open air. Being a Victorian lady at loose ends, the obvious choice was to take to the open road. Her simple rig and a good spirit served her well. As described by J. Harris Stone:
She is extremely delicate, partially paralysed, and her doctor told her that she should practically live in the open air. Being of an active and practical mind she set to work to see how she could, within her means, carry out the drastic requirements of her medical adviser. She joined the Caravan Club, and all the assistance, in the way of pitches and introductions, was of course afforded her. Her desire was to take to the road and live altogether in the open air in rural parts of the country. Her cart—it can scarcely be called a caravan—she describes as “strange and happy-looking.” It is four-wheeled, rather like a trolley, and painted bright blue, with a yellow oilskin hood—something like a brewer’s dray in shape.
“I carry,” she tells me in one of her letters from a pitch in a most out-of-the-way spot in rural Gloucestershire, ”a hamper of food, and one of soap and brushes and tools, etc., and a box of books, a small faggot of wood for emergencies and a gallon can of water. I have a covering of sheepskins with the wool on them, and a sack of oats, bran, chaff, hay, or something to feed my little ass upon. Also I keep in a sack the donkey’s brush and comb and chain, etc., and the harness when not in use. I do not generally travel after dark, but if overtaken by dusk I hang out my candle lantern.”
“…I build immense fires. That constitutes a great happiness to me. I have a kettle-hook and hanging pot, and I buy food in the villages. At the farms I find a plentiful supply of milk, fruit, honey, nuts and fresh vegetables. I build the fire just by the cart, with the donkey near at hand.”
Described in her first year on the road, she “sleeps in the covered cart, and she carries a few straight rods with her to drive into the ground on her pitch, on which she hangs squares of sacking across as a screen to keep off the gaze of curious watchers when she wants to sit by the fire ” and dream, and not be the object of their gaze.”
In her own Walden experience, things were not always easy or perfect. “I find great excitement, in the winter, in hearing the storms raving around me in the black of night… I feel my present outfit and way of getting along is very far short of perfection!… at present it is rather by the skin of my teeth that I manage to exist amid the elements of wind and rain and cold and space.”
Speaking of her time with the more traditional travellers, she says: “They have spoken like poets, worn silver rings on their copper hands and rosy beads around their necks; and their babies have round little twigs of hazel-nuts in their red hands. And perhaps the roof of their cart has been on the sea—the sail of a ship.”
“…there are some who plunge into an unbroken forest with a feeling of fresh, free, invigorating delight… These know that nature is stern, hard, immovable and terrible in unrelenting cruelty. When wintry winds are out and the mercury far below zero, she will allow her most ardent lover to freeze on her snowy breast without waving a leaf in pity, or offering him a match; and scores of her devotees may starve to death in as many different languages before she will offer a loaf of bread. She does not deal in matches and loafs; rather in thunderbolts and granite mountains. And the ashes of her camp-fires bury proud cities. But, like any tyrant, she yields to force, and gives the more, the more she is beaten. She may starve or freeze the poet, the scholar, the scientist; all the same, she has in store food, fuel and shelter, which the skillful, self-reliant woodsman can wring from her savage hands with axe and rifle.”
~ George Washington Sears
To have a right to do a thing is not at all the same
as to be right in doing it.
I’ve had an interest in Chesterton for quite a few years now and have really enjoyed reading his philosophy. I’m no expert, but know that I find myself in congruence with many of his thoughts. His famous and odd novel, The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare was my first real introduction beyond reading some of his more famous quotes and I suggest it for anyone as an interesting story. It is a story of anarchists, detective work, poets, and Edwardian politics; what more do you need? I certainly don’t agree with many of his tenets but he is a gem of a thinker for sure.
For further reading, here is an interesting article, giving a glimpse into the man and his thoughts: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/07/07/the-back-of-the-world
Our personal education should never end…
“The aim of the laborer should be, not to get his living, to get “a good job,” but to perform well a certain work; and, even in a pecuniary sense, it would be economy for a town to pay its laborers so well that they would not feel that they were working for low ends, as for a livelihood merely, but for scientific, or even moral ends. Do not hire a man who does your work for money, but him who does it for love of it.”
Henry David Thoreau, Life Without Principle 1854
It is far easier to excel when you find something you can love to do. The one who does what he loves will do a far better job than the one who is just putting in the time for money.
Here is a great and insightful quote from over on Musclehead’s blog by Ida Tarbel.
“Ida Minerva Tarbell was an American writer, investigative journalist, biographer and lecturer. She was one of the leading muckrakers of the progressive era of the late 19th and early 20th centuries and pioneered investigative journalism.”
“If it has taught us anything, it is that our present law-makers, as a body, are ignorant, corrupt and unprincipled; that the majority of them are, directly or indirectly, under the control of the very monopolies against whose acts we have been seeking relief.”
“A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden.
Possessions don’t make us happy! Situations do.
Possessions, desire, covetousness, craving, yearning, lust; these forces drive humanity. Somehow each generation of moral thinkers know these things are ultimately wrong and look for something deeper. With virtually every major religion and most schools of moral philosophy reiterating this through the millennia it’s surprising any of us even pretend to a higher conscience in the age where consumption is a human’s primary role.
And yet, each generation produces it’s share of radicals who cling to the hope that we can get more from life by having less.
At some point, some of us have an epiphany about what is truly important in life. It’s not the pursuit of money. Life is short, so if you don’t enjoy what you do from day-to-day, them something needs to change. Look around. How many ways are people and companies trying to sell you something you didn’t even know you wanted? Is it worth selling your soul, one hour at a time? Not to me. Not any more. Like so many people before me, I wasted much of my youth. Not all of it, but large swaths of time were sold away to an employer for mere money. Not that giving time to a cause is an evil in itself. Helping a friend, working with kids, or teaching a skill; all are noble pursuits and are, in a sense, work. These things just don’t fall into that class of mindless drudgery that makes up most day jobs.
Even in our hobbies, generally they are just fillers. Something to be done in our leisure time, and somehow not part of “real life.” Isn’t this backwards? Shouldn’t we fill our days with things we love; music, family, reading, writing, wandering, or just plain idling? We are taught to criticize the idle and there is possibly some logic to it.
At a family or village level, its easy to see how we might resent someone who doesn’t pull their weight; and rightly so, but that doesn’t mean we need to forget to live a satisfying life along the way.
I am often amazed how angry even the most privileged people become when they think someone is getting a handout for free. Taking this to an extreme, people relish in the schadenfreude*.
I think many of us are that person at some point in our lives, but with spiritual growth, this petty thinking will be only a phase.
We have, as a society, confused real and honest work, with mindlessly stumbling to a job. Even with a so-called “good job” most of us have no stake in our employer, other than making sure the check comes regularly. Choosing to not punch the clock does not make one a slacker. My friends and acquaintances who choose to live outside this system are the hardest working people I know.
They just don’t sell their lives cheaply for others’ gain.
Taking control of your needs, even a little, alleviates some of the more abstract time demands paid out to someone else by serving yourself directly. The most negative comment I have heard about doing these things for oneself is “I don’t have enough time!” Yes, doing things like gardening or making clothes or furniture or tools takes time but at some point it becomes a trade-off. Is it a bigger waste of time to commute and hour to work each way or spend two hours with the kids in the garden?
For me, there’s no question; and I’m certainly not the first person to reach this conclusion.
I think this need for, or as a result of, spiritual awakening is the driving force behind many religious and philosophical movements over many thousands of years. And, of course, they are all the one true path, religion, paradigm, whatever-you-call-it (leading to division, persecution, strife, and war; some irony, eh?). Once the epiphany hits, there is realization that the system is not really necessary. To make it through life, few possessions are truly essential.
Join me on a journey to a better life…
“Chase your passion, not your pension.”
— Denis Waitley
*Schadenfreude– the feeling of joy or pleasure when one sees another fail or suffer misfortune; an all-too common evil in humanity.
It’s time to start some seeds.
We still don’t have a great place to garden but it is improving each season. Pesky critters were quite a problem last year so we are working to improve this as well as the poor clay soil at the new house.
This plot might seem too ambitious but, if you shop wisely for seed in bulk, even a low-yield from a garden this large would really supplement the family needs. Small packets from the hardware store really add up to high cost so I suggest ordering directly from some of the larger seed companies; it’s easy and fun to shop the catalogs. They are generous with coupons and discounts for small-timers like us so, if you are considering a garden at all, I suggest singing up. Here are the two I have used for years.