Laborare est Orare

. . . thus we gather up all the threads of human passion and interest, and weave them into an harmonious tapestry, subtly and diligently with great art, that our Order may seem an ornament even to the Stars that are in the Heavens at Night. In our rainbow-coloured texture we set forth the glory of the whole Universe--See thou to it, brother Magician, that thine own thread be strong, and pure, and of a colour brilliant in itself, yet ready to mingle in all beauty with those of thy brethren!  --Aleister Crowley
I have a couple dear friends who have set up camp outside of the norm on a farm, an island or whatnot. Why is it that I am raising my kids in the same place and same system that I grew up in; and I found such inherent flaws in it.  Ca va. It is only for now.  I will get this first baby of mine off to college then reassess the situation.  

In the mean time, it is a duty to teach my boys to work. To do something productive so they feel the art and prayer of labor. How would you like to have me for a mom?  This 14 year old of mine needs some prodding...Ja feel?  This is the second summer I have sent him to work with my brother.  He owns his own landscaping company in southern Utah.  He is a 6'10" 40+ year old guy who works outside with his body most all day everyday.  He willingly houses and works my boy.  He said Deven did not do much the first week, so he did not pay him for that time. Bwhahaha!  After that, Dev worked hard in the heat without complaint for the rest of his duration there.  

I am so thankful for my brother.  We are cut from some very different cloth, but I have mad respect for that guy. He always took the brunt end of my dad's disapproval and ire.  Even in my dad's last days of life he was such a jerk to his only son "the gardener" he would call him pejoratively.  That caused a bit of rage in my soul.  I love my brother dearly. He loves my children dearly. His thread is strong, and pure, and of a brilliant color.

cutting lawns
a little fishing on the weekends


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