An Education

By far the most striking emotional experience of my apprenticeship thus far has revolved around the learning I am doing on a daily basis. I am constantly aware of how incompetent I am in all farm-related, practical, hands-on. It's a very vulnerable position to be in, to begin each new task from square one, especially when our teachers, the farmers here, are guys who are around my age. Fortunately, they are the most patient and humble of teachers, gently but deliberately offering us opportunities to grow and making us feel safe and comfortable to make mistakes.

Our "professors" giving a harvest training

Even more humbling was learning from our volunteer last week, Mira, a sixteen year-old who stayed with us during her spring break from an Environmental and Social Justice-themed semester program at a school nearby. Mira grew up on a homestead in North Carolina, and was homeschooled until last semester, when she decided to spend the remaining two years of high school at various semester-long programs around the country. Not only will she graduate with a fairly in-depth education in Environmental and Social Justice, Politics and Government (from last semester's program in DC), and urban history and culture (from next semester in New York City) she's also impressively skilled in all things homesteading: carpentry, animal raising, breadmaking, wool spinning, knitting, and welding, to name a few. I want to be like Mira when I grow up.

Admittedly, I was pretty intimidated at first by this sixteen year-old girl wonder. I already felt green enough, having to confront my ineptitude with power tools, plant propagation, and plant and pest identification, and wondering frequently, "What have I learned in the past twenty-eight years?" Now here was this girl, twelve years my junior, who did it all with ease; she was giving the farmers lessons on carpentry and metal working. After a few days of wide-eyed disbelief, I realized that she could teach me a lot, if I just got let go of the fact that she's a high school kid.

Mira, my sixteen year-old hero*

So I got over it. I apprenticed myself to her as she was designing pulley systems for the egg-collection doors in the mobile chicken coop we were building. She'd give me a small task, like screwing in an eye-hook, and half the time I'd still need her help, or she'd gently correct the work I'd done, explaining why it'd be better to do it this way instead of that. I spent the afternoon learning how to bang metal wire into hooks and securely attach pulleys and latches and cables. And then I learned how to whittle a handle. And then she gave me a breadmaking lesson. And then she taught me a knitting stitch I'd been trying to figure out.

Mira and me, showing off our work*

Working with Mira really drove home the fact that I am in control of my education here. I will gain a lot of skills and knowledge no matter what, but to get the most out of my time here will require me to surrender myself to the feelings of discomfort and vulnerability that go along with learning. I'm trying to be patient with myself as I fumble around awkwardly with new tools and new tasks. I'm recognizing that it's okay not to know for sure how to do something before you do it. In fact, sometimes you can only learn by just going for it, accepting that it might not work out perfectly, but when it doesn't, that just means you'll know how to do it better next time.

The other day my friend Kevin came to visit from San Francisco. He was the first visitor I'd had, and it was really great to take him on a tour of the farm. There was so much to share with him, and I realized, while describing plant propagation in the greenhouse, that I knew what I was talking about! These words--this language--was coming out of my mouth that, up until a month ago, I didn't know at all. We've only just scratched the surface, but the knowledge I've gained in just a month is truly awesome. It's so exciting to think of what's to come during the next seven months.

Learning about crop planning in our Thursday afternoon class

The launch of the chicken tractor

Another spectacular sunset

* These photos were taken by the lovely and photographically-gifted Cristina Martinez-Canton