Yesterday, while cleaning the barn, I took a short break to catch my breath after shoveling a bunch of stuff into the wheelbarrow (cow manure is heavy!).
So there I was, momentarily paused, just inside the barn door, leaning on the shovel handle. I looked up and saw a bald eagle wheeling in slow circles over the valley, visible above the tops of the pine trees. I could see its bright white head and tail contrasting with its black body as it circled around. (I didn't have my camera at the time, but the spot it was circling is depicted below.)
And I thought, "What a privilege to live here."
Some people might not reach that precise conclusion while ankle deep in cow manure, but honestly that's exactly what I thought, followed by a swift prayer of thanksgiving for our little farm.
After a few moments' rest, I picked up the shovel and continued with my task.
Anyway, this brief interlude during a normal workday came back to me this morning when I read an article entitled "How To Feel Joy In A Dopamine-Saturated World."
"Your brain treats what it sees in Instagram reels the same way it treats cocaine," the article begins. "Both experiences flood a thumbnail-sized region of the brain with dopamine – a chemical that makes you want more, right now. The problem is that after a certain amount of dopamine hits, your brain adapts by turning down the pleasure volume. As a result, things that once made you feel good are no longer enough. If you’re finding it harder to feel simple joy and genuine connections, you’re experiencing what addiction psychiatrists now recognize as dopamine overload, a state where constant stimulation – especially from cellphones, social media, and ultra-processed foods – quietly erodes your ability to feel your happiest emotions and leaves relationships feeling painfully empty. ... [M]odern life delivers dopamine in doses and speeds the human brain is not equipped to handle."
The solution to this dopamine overload, apparently, is to "detox." The article continues: "Dopamine overload requires something simpler, though not easier: you have to stop the activity that creates it. ... Experts have found that the goal of a dopamine detox is not to eliminate dopamine – which would be impossible and unhealthy – but to reduce overstimulating habits so the brain can rebalance and you can enjoy slower, more meaningful rewards again."
Such as watching a bald eagle while cleaning up barn waste. Seriously, it was a genuine shot of dopamine at that moment.
The faster the world goes, the more closely I cling to the homesteading life. Maybe, at some level, this is why.



Beautiful and thoughtful. May the Lord bless you with many more simple and natural moments.
ReplyDeleteA couple months ago, I hadn't seen squirrel one, in weeks, running through our trees. It was a low kind of day, at the breakfast table with my husband as we wrestled with some news that wasn't going to be easy to manage. Then a sweet little baby squirrel gingerly made its way through the tree I always watch. It must have been the first trip out of the nest. This made me feel God was watching over me and He reminded me that He cares for the sparrow, not one falls to the ground without Him knowing (or a baby squirrel) and He would help me because He knew my struggles. I told my husband about seeing the little critter and he knew that was a personal gift from God for me. What a great comfort!
Lovely when God gives us precious reminders through His creation as well as through His Word. Reminders that are visible and sometimes easier to grasp when we are struggling. :)
DeleteAwesome blog post!!!
ReplyDeleteI am a news-junkie and have to take breaks when I get too sucked-in.
Getting outside and working until I am tired is a good antidote.
Again, thanks for posting this.
I had a similar experience last week here on our farm. Thanks for sharing. God is good!
ReplyDeleteOur cabin is too small, and the lack of space and privacy can be tiresome at times. But all I need do is look out the window - at the trees bowing in the wind, watch the turkeys wander around the edges of the yard, see the deer crowd around the bowls of corn and grain I put out, or catch a glimpse of a pileated woodpecker's red crest as I look out the window while washing the dinner dishes. And I am more than content. Yes, we are blessed to live here.
ReplyDeleteI live alone past 15 yrs as my parents are in Heaven, its very difficult, I like to sometimes feed the cat and possum out the back door, I like to hear the birds chirp, its hopeful, I know I will see my parents again someday soon, I miss them much, my birthday is Feb 10th
ReplyDelete===Todd
Dear Todd,
DeleteI'm sorry for your loss. I'm envious of your parent child relationship. My husband would be too. We all are blessed in different ways. I pray Jesus will comfort you and lead you. There are many elderly who would welcome you as a son/brother. Retirement homes are full of people who need a friend to share stories with. You can work there, maintenance or kitchen staff, or even volunteer. I have worked in the business and loved it. I didn't want to go home at the end of my shift. I guess I was looking for family to love too. They always need someone to call Bingo or lead music or crafts.
May you sit at the feet of Jesus and seek His will on your birthday. Open the photo albums or play family videos and laugh and shed some tears through your memories. Then, start anew. There are many out there, lonely, and looking for someone just like you!
W. in CA
Several decades ago, the powers that be decided to bring bald eagles to Alabama and released them very close to my home. Like, 5 minutes away. They have thrived and multiplied and I also feel blessed every time I see a bald eagle here in Alabama! Happened again a couple weeks ago when I left to go grocery shopping. A youngun' flew across the road in front of my vehicle!
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of dopamine, how about adrenaline? Our emotions are constantly getting yanked all over the place by TV and all sorts of things. I feel like living in the boonies is a grounding experience, manure and all.
I'm still ticked off about losing my landline. I don't much like cell phones to begin with, partly because service isn't so great. The landline worked even with power off. The cell phone gets finicky if it's a cloudy day. And they keep changing the g thing and you are forced to keep buying phones. And other things.
Anyway, God is so good!