I’m not sure how to phrase this so that it sounds beautiful and poetic like some of you can spin, so I’ll set it out plainly, like I do.
For the past while, I’ve been mourning a life I feel like I’ll never have. I feel strongly the move to go back to the land and really test myself, but have a son and husband firmly entrenched in their modern lifestyle. We all of us struggle with anxiety and depression (imagine, a 6 year old with anxiety!) which is clearly indicative of our need to move to a simpler life. We all of us feel our most alive when “roughing it” in the wild for several days, to the extent that most of our family time is spent dashing out the door with a pack and a bit of food to go back. But when I express that I’d like to make this our life, living simply on the land, I’m met with huge resistance. Neither can imagine life without the trappings of modernity, and I’m frequently met with responses that I’m ungrateful for our life, or I’m trying to move on to a life without them. My gentle plannings (“Look, this lot is close enough to utilities that we can hook it to the grid but move off-grid if we decide on that later!”) are appreciated and elicit excitement initially, but eventually turn to questions of my sanity. And it is! It is a question of sanity! I feel the core of myself dying, and with it the bitterness and resentment in my family grows.
Has anyone successfully moved their family towards the movement? We do little things already: composting, growing vegetables, basic land management (as much as my urban subdivision allows). How do you nudge the reluctant loves in your life towards a life you love without just being “that eccentric hippie”?
PS, that was way more of an emotional outburst than I intended. Sorry for that friends.