A 21st Century Homemaker's Castings on Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Whatever Necessity Requires
Happy New Year! More to the point: merry, merry returning of the light! From the depths of winter’s spiraling darkness, the sun is pulling me each day incrementally closer to the surface. Persephone, upward! It’s time to work.
For this project, that means tending to focused purpose, organization, and consistency. It’s been fun to play, but here’s what I think:
Practical Homesteading — ordinary ideas for optimizing liberty in daily life;
Politics & Philosophy — notes on my exploration of liberty as a philosophical and political principle;
Gleanings from the Green Realm — a record of my life as a modern peasant farmer.
So mote it be.
N.B.: Post title from Wallace Steven’s poem, The Man with the Blue Guitar, Stanza XXIV, Line 10.
A poem like a missal found
In the mud, a missal for that young man,
That scholar hungriest for that book,
The very book, or, less, a page
Or, at the least, a phrase, that phrase,
A hawk of life, that latined phrase:
To know; a missal for brooding-sight.
To meet that hawk’s eye and to flinch
Not a the eye but at the joy of it.
I play. But this is what I think.”
Stevens, Wallace. The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. New York: Vintage Books, Division of Random House, 1990.