I’ve been ruminating on this subject lately.
Making something with my own hands is so satisfying.
I’ve been knitting – a lot – and each time something comes off of the needles (that means I’m finished knitting it, for those unfamiliar with the jargon), there is an immense feeling of accomplishment. I just MADE that fabric. From a never-ending strand of yarn. With nothing but wooden sticks. Really. I just did that.
I’ve been preparing healthy foods for my family from scratch. As recent as one year ago I was still relying on the box of Jiffy when I wanted to make pancakes. Now I mix flour with baking powder, milk, oil, egg, honey and whatever extras I want. And there is a certain satisfaction that comes from knowing that my family has fuel to get through the next few hours of whatever we have planned because of what I just did.
The feelings of accomplishment and satisfaction fill me. But I am wanting more lately. That desire has a name. Community.
I cherish the time that Darren spends cooking with me in the kitchen and the time that I spend knitting while Dennis plays guitar beside me. And I’m ready to be IN our community. We see them once a week, and sometimes twice, but my heart is ready to be there NOW.
There is much pride to be found in doing things for yourself, relying less on products that are made for your consumption and putting the energy into figuring them out for yourself. But there is so much more to be found in taking on those same tasks alongside others. Someone standing next to you, kneading dough to the same tempo. Someone digging the earth with the same hope for a fruitful harvest. Someone sharing in the awe of creation.
Do you agree?