ideal world

In an ideal world I’d teach part time and also run this farm learning center, develop a native plant nursery, and expand the whole deal.

In a more than ideal world, one of the colleges I’ve been working for would want to embrace our workshops as a part of one of their programs. That isn’t going to happen. It might happen for a golden girl or boy tenured professor. It isn’t happening for me.

How do I know if I haven’t asked, someone is bound to ask. Okay, I have asked.

Denied. Lines have been drawn. Oh, have they ever.

Will I keep asking? Of course. Learning to grow food in a hotter, drier climate* is not only currently trendy. It’s increasingly necessary. I believe in it.

I’ll continue to believe in it and the practices even if I move elsewhere.

arrastre creek lower

Back to that ideal world. In it, I’d have real job security at the college and adequate health insurance. Including dental. And mental health. Oh yes.

I’d have a retirement package.

I’ve got none of those.

For four decades I didn’t think it was necessary. I was content to build a certain skill set and rely on the perceived solidity of my then-marriage.

When I was raising my kids, I learned how to do drylands farming, more or less. I say more or less because that’s kind of how it is. It’s always in process, never quite done. It’s always small victories, never real success. Or maybe when we do work on the margins like this, we redefine success.

desert wild grape

desert wild grape

I learned a little about teaching through raising and home educating a houseful of children.

desertgrl

I learned a little about writing by doing it. A few friends had home education publications and they usually needed someone to write. I had stories to tell and I wrote.

When the mortgage for my first farm went into the shitter (that’s a long story, but it’s for another time), I had to make a choice. I could work my way back toward grad school and maybe teach or I could write for an income.

I decided not to write. I never stopped writing for myself, but decided I didn’t have what it took to write for a living. I enjoyed writing for my friends’ small publications but just couldn’t imagine selling my work the way you have to in the commercial world.

I ended up getting sidetracked. I decided to learn all I could about human interactions with the natural world and then teach.

I was detoured by archaeologists. It was a happy enough detour. I found a place to land after a bankruptcy, after a foreclosure, and quite a bit before a divorce.

archaeology, just not the

archaeology, just not the usual


this comes from that, above

this comes from that, above

Archaeology consumed one whole era of my life.

It was a beautiful thing. I could study the land, the plants, the people. I could spend time outside and in a lab. I could write reports. It was a nice little plus, there, being able to earn money writing. And, eventually, I could teach.

Some archaeologists don’t like writing site reports. I do. They are like a Zen practice for me. There’s a form and no form at the same time. It’s like a meditation.

Mostly, archaeology is out of the question for me right now. I lost my main job due to health issues.

It’s hard for me to accept that I may not do it again. Because it’s hard, I tend to tell myself “maybe.” Maybe I will and maybe I won’t. Maybe I can do it in a different way. Maybe in another lifetime.

DSC01796

So I teach and run a farm learning center and think about ways to do archaeology when the door is open just a tiny crack.

I teach part time. I’ve gone on about the ups and downs of contingent teaching on this blog. I don’t want to do that again right now.

I don’t know where this farm is going. I’ve reached a point where I cannot continue to spend money developing the learning center. It isn’t self-supporting. I support it.

I’ve spent some time talking with farm day “regulars” about how we can carry this work into the future. Some of the ideas may work.

I’ve had different kinds of discussions with my kids about the same thing. They help sustain me. They sustain the sustainability educator. That’s important. I’m grateful.

I’m not terribly worried about it. It will work out one way or another.

It always does. One way or another.

In an ideal world I would do the work I do for a net gain of wealth. That seems fair doesn’t it? Even in a world that’s not ideal?

When it’s not an ideal world, how do we continue to compose the stories of our lives?

desert almond 1_best

*Nabhan, Gary Paul. (2013). Growing food in a hotter, drier land. White River Junction, VT: Chelsea Green Publishing.

Advertisements

About rainshadowfarm

I teach anthropology, am an archaeologist, a drylands agroecologist, community educator, and a mother of eight. I currently own and operate an educational and research farm in the southern Mojave Desert, Rainshadow Farm. I'm 100% West Virginia hillbilly. Not necessarily in that order.
This entry was posted in Adjuncting, agroecology, Anthropology, education, ethnobotany, gratitude, gray divorce, Life changes, sustainability education, unschooling and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s