I finished making my bed! My garden bed that is.
It has been really rewarding and one of the highlights of my year already. In fact, I really feel like it's labour intensive process makes me feel happier to call this rental property my home.
Is it strange that "working" labourously makes one feel like they have the privaledge over the 'object' they have been working on.
I often catch myself doing that, and stop and think no. I say things like,"I worked hard on this (thing) ". Instead of languaging it, I worked WITH this 'thing'.
By languaging this sentence differently, I find myself unemploying a possessive quality. Rather, I think using 'with' instead of 'over', I issue a collaborative value with my practice and in this case our garden.
I have been so accustomed to linking possession and home for the most part of my life under the system of Capitalism that I forget that I am perpetuating the very thing I detest.
Like a family member that calls you home for tea sure there is a type of protectiveness that one perpetuates over loved ones who spend quality time with you. A type of loyalty, and respectful love, over other "strangers"; the land that I live with (instead of on) has become a family friend who has been educating me during this lockdown period.
I do not own her, neither do I want to feel like I have a right to do so.
She has been a friend to me, difficult at times, but I am honoured by her generosity.
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