Thy ‘today’ is eternity.
Saint Augustine
Since having a child, my experience of the passage of time has shifted. Hours have sped up; days have slowed down. Don’t ask me to accurately remember how long ago I ate breakfast: I’ll probably say an hour or so, when it’s really been four.
But what’s really struck me over the last year is the amount of time it takes to make something that’s worth making. I picked up knitting while pregnant, and continue to find solace making things with my hands in the small, in-between moments of life. I’ve made socks and sweaters and hats and shawls: and all of them took many hours to complete. I’ve also sewed a few garments, and each of those took many hours as well (It’s called “slow fashion” for a reason). Now, knowing a bit more of the process behind garment making, I pause when I see the clothes hanging at Target or H&M.
We buy items for a fraction of what it would cost to make them at a living wage. We have convenience at our fingertips: fast food, fast fashion, fast phones. We don’t think about the time that goes into the food on our table or the clothes on our bodies. And because of that, I believe we don’t think about where we’re investing our own limited, valuable time.
(I’m not going to argue that all of it’s bad and we should go back to the good ol’ Stone Age. But I do think we should pause.)
As a society, we’ve fallen out of touch with time and its value. I think social media is something that typifies this. I flinch when I see my screen time weekly usage notification. I don’t remember pouring hours into this device, and yet, those hours are gone. I can’t recall how many posts or ten-second videos I’ve scrolled through, and often I can’t remember anything I’ve read or seen when asked about it later. I’ve felt convicted to set social media aside — if not entirely, at least in part.
The newest Instagram update was the nail in the coffin for me. I’ve been a steadfast lover of Instagram since 2012. But now, gone is the slow scroll and quiet images posted by friends, almost reminiscent of a personal art gallery. Now it’s frenetic, text and image and music and movement jammed in ten to twenty seconds.
As knitting and sewing (and pregnancy) have taught me, it takes time to make things that are worth making. It takes me two seconds to post on Instagram. It takes more deliberate time to craft a blog post and curate the photos I’ll put in it. So for the month of August, I’m giving up social media. At the end of the month, I’ll determine whether I’ll go back. I won’t delete my account, and I’ll pop on every now and again to check out what’s happening in the lives of my dear ones. But for now, I look forward to the slow updates and meditations I plan to post here.
If making my own clothes is “slow fashion”, and growing my own garden is “sustainable living”, then I’m calling this blogging endeavor of mine slow and sustainable social media. I won’t fall for the instant gratification dopamine trap of likes and endless scrolling that my brain is so prone to. Instead, I’ll hone my writing abilities while sharing the ways I encounter goodness, truth, and beauty in my quiet life.
I’m not 100% sure what that will look like on a consistent basis, but expect to see recaps of quiet weeks on the homestead, and photos of baby milestones. I also plan to post many photos of things I find beautiful, and updates on my house, projects, garden, and life in general.
If you want to join me, please send me your info: I would love to read your words and delight in what delights you.
Pax Christi,
Rachel
five acres four generations 
Love it🙌🙌🙌
Can’t wait to read your next posts!
Beautiful website as well
❤️Much love! -catie
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