A city girl's explorations into sustainable living

Recently I found myself unemployed, pondering what I should do with my life next. All the career books say, do what you love. Find your passion. Follow your bliss. As if there is an answer -- a solution that will allow you to make money doing what you were meant to do. Help the world, help yourself, and make money!

For me, it's not so easy. I'm interested in a lot of things, but nothing that I am willing to invest in enough to turn it into a career.

I'm what Barbara Sher calls a "scanner," or what Margaret Lobenstine calls "the Renaissance Soul." At least that's what these self-help books for the career-stunted tell me.

What I tell myself is that I'm a learner. And what I want to learn about right now is sustainable living. I have a feeling it's what I'm supposed to be doing -- even if it doesn't pay. Even if it COSTS money to do.

I am meant to be a student right now, exploring peak oil, the economic crisis, climate change, sustainable agriculture, community building, permaculture, natural capitalism, Transition Towns, rural sociology, and my own spiritual growth. I honestly don't know where it will lead, or what it will amount to, but I invite you to share my journey.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Welding and Wilderness

I started the day touring a conventional beef feeding lot, with the intention of identifying forage in the pastures that go unused by the fenced in cattle. It was raining, and our whole class got soaked wading in knee-high grasses while seeking out the elusive species of which we need samples.

This afternoon, I learned how to tie several knots, such as the reef knot, the clover hitch, and the sheet bend. Then, I got a quick lesson on welding and proceeded to weld rebar onto a metal rod that we were transforming into a coat hook. The professor offered to let me take the coat-rack to my apartment, since I welded much of it, but I declined -- so it will hang in our classroom.

After I got over my initial fear, it felt empowering to weld. I considered for about a minute looking for welding jobs in Fergus to finance my education.

I left class today with a jar of homemade yogurt and a crate of pears, which I assumed were grown locally and found out later came from Washington.

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