I used to think in my early twenties that I would either make a go of the world, let go of my black and white, good vs. bad thinking, get elbow deep into the muck of the world, or move to Vermont. I had never been to Vermont when this notion got stuck in my head. I envisioned woods and a place to get away from it all. It was all very Emerson/Waldon like: live in the woods, be a hermit, revert from the world and enjoy the little things, make my way alone. I never became a hermit, though 20 years later I am living in Vermont. Six years ago my husband (a born and raised Vermonter), myself, and our two young sons made a wintry drive with all our belongings and made it here. It is very ironic to me that moving “away from it all” to Vermont has managed some how to open the world to me.
Making It In Vermont begs the question of what constitutes “making it”. I’ve had many different ideas over the years of what I thought “making it” meant to me and part of that journey has planted me here in Vermont. Some days it can be as literal as the rockin’ school lunch notes I make for my school age boys, creating a memorable piece of jewelry or adding a little more to a painting I am working on, helping my husband and 4 of our sons build a chicken coop, and lately it’s been drinking in the laughter from our ticklish 5th baby boy. Other days it’s that hermit in me watching what grows on our lush landscape, coaxing some flowers and veggies out of their seeds and then figuring out how to eat them before they spoil or save them for later. My “making it” is also about the sort of person I strive to be: stepping out of my comfort zone to reach out to someone I don’t know, working at being kinder to the people I am closest to. Making It In Vermont is about this day to day, moment to moment journey, with sprinklings of faith in common bonds, hope in the goodness of man, and love for the best and worst in all of us.
I’m Lisa, thanks for stopping by!
edited 11-10-11 to say: We welcomed our 5th son to our family this past August!