I can get a little wrapped up in my own little bubble
sometimes. The bubble of families who journey a similar path as we do, the
bubble of my lovely blog friends who live simply on this earth as we do, the
bubble of our life here on this little homestead we call home. Then something
happens to burst my bubble.
The burst is usually a big one, often from a place of
judgement or negativity, both places I don’t like.
On Sunday I ventured into the big city of Toronto to attend
a friend’s baby shower. I was looking forward to the shower, my girlfriend is
journeying a path similar to ours with dreams of a little homestead of her own
one day. She is a fellow nutritionist, Ironman athlete and natural parenting
advocate, so yes; we have a lot in common.
I only knew one other person on the guest list, so I was
looking forward to meeting some new faces. And I did. You know how
conversations go...people want to know how you know the guest of honour, where
you live, what you do, and so on. They asked questions about Reece, who was with
me and the conversation moved toward our lifestyle, our homestead and life
learning.
Then it happened, my bubble burst, but not in a way it has
burst before. It burst with gratitude, joy and love. You see the couple I was
talking to, about ten years older than me, were genuinely interested. I mean
really interested. They wanted to know about our gardens and what we grew, how
we preserved our food, the chickens, the soon to be bee hives and everything
else we are planning on this little plot of land we call home. And then the questions
about life learning, but smart intelligent questions, not just the “what about
socialization” questions, but questions about how we have set things up, how
and if I will set up any type of structure, the Waldorf philosophy and so on.
Smart, interesting questions which allowed me to share, not defend, our
decisions.
It was wonderful!
The end of our conversation was met with much sadness. There
was so much more I wanted to share with them, so much more I wanted them to
know.
As I drove home, I thought about how different the life we
are leading is from the norm. Living in my little bubble I often forget that.
This encounter though, totally different from ones in the past which have me
defending instead of sharing, warmed my heart and tickled my soul.
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