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Life is changing fast, and it certainly present itself sometimes like a box of chocolate (Forest Gump classic metaphor) not necessarily sweet one… or correctly saying box of surprises that not necessarily nice ones…

This post is my ode to female’s strength, wisdom, patience and flexibility. I am not sure whether I mentioned previously that our main players and workers are females. And my mission now is to alter this neglect. So let me introduce all the people (females) that involved in the building and who live with me in pretty tough conditions here in the village:

The youngest and most active female is Victoria, she is only 2.4 yo but pretty skilled in many areas of eco-living. She is watering plants on the picture. Victoria is a little stubborn angel that has her own ideas on life. She loves nature and being outdoor.

Amalia – is my elder daughter, she is 9 now. She helps a lot with Victoria, and the garden. She is very sensitive, shy and on her own track. She can talk to angels (including Victoria) if she wants to.

Ludmila is my mother-in-law. A very rare sample of dedicated mother-in-law, who supports her son’s wife ideas!

She is the main builder and gardener alongside me. She has pretty smile, but she is very tough…

You do recognise me, don’t you? I should not have placed my pic, but this is just a fresh one. I am the creator of my dream. I took it probably too serious, and fast. So I ended up mainly working together with Ludmila on our building.

Apart professionally constructed frame and roof, and that blissful week when we had 3 Alexanders, we do work / build along.

I must admit it aint that easy, and implementing my dream requires tremendous will power and as well as physical strength. Although  events and circumstances do not follow by plan at times, and appear to be unexpectedly difficult, wrong and tiring.

We hardly progressed for the last 15 days. We had a patch of extreme heat , that made working unbearable, then suddenly hot weather changed into week-long cold heavy rains.

One by one we got out of whack, Ludmila and myself caught colds, Amalia started to suffer from sore throat. Victoria developed strange oozing scars and wounds that were / and still are not healing.

It felt like the world turned against me / us. For a period of time i seriously doubted goodness of my spiritual eco-dream, and righteousness of my action. Moreover I started to doubt the worthiness of my life and ‘that wonderful mission’. I lost sense of satisfaction in life. How come – my free and limitless natural existence  appeared to be not that charming and wonderful this time?! Moreover, limitlessness and freedom turned to be fake or illusive cause we were seriously limited by the weather patterns, infections, conficts with neigbours and so on… Nature taunted us with sudden bursts of heat and cold winds, and heavy rains. It is trully impossible to work during the wind especially if one uses dry lime (as part of our insulation raw) in the building process. Sawdust mixed with dry lime is almost killing mixture for the eyes and the throat.  Wearing masks doesnt help much either. Totally gloomy situation affected us badly, even children became angry and out of control.It felt like we were deliberately tortured and tested by our own dreams and desires.

At the end of our tether we quickly packed little bag and drove to the city to seek professional medical help. We are currently staying at my brother’s flat and heal our infections and wounds. I am slowly returning back to my normal calm state of mind, not depressed or negative. From relaxed, and refreshed state i must admit that it was a real hardship test. It will sound old-fashioned but the moral of my pitty story is to stay honest to ourselves, loyal to our dreams, real (not idealistic) with our desires and centered within the heart. Little hesitations can creat huge damages.But little troubles will always test our faith!

Once again real life story proves that women can do anything: juggle gardenning, building,  chores  and kids simultaniously. Most of women I know are great survivors in any conditions. The world maybe man’s but it surely was / is / and will be built by women.

Love, Respect and  Low Bow to all Females on Earth!

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