Thursday, 22 October 2026

Quiet Quitting the World

 “Then came October, full of merry glee.” 
Spenser

  The once emerald fields full of supple stalks of rice planted in perfectly straight rows now- stubble. The harvest is finished in most every region around. 
Our newly harvested rice now packed and stacked in the rice cooler.  

Drying rice stalks in the highland fields. 


The upper elevation rice terraces. 

I have come to love the solitude here. I used to fight against it. I focused on the loneliness and isolation instead of realizing what a blessing it is to be here. Especially now in this loud world. So I’ve gone full reverse. 

I’m quiet quitting the world. Oh, I still have social media, but I’m slowly figuring out how to curate a better feed. I have my favorite YouTubers- the rest are marked “don’t recommend this channel”. 

And here we are almost at the end of October. We still have had some warm days however I saw that it will be chillier the next few days. I’ve hauled out and sorted through my yarn. I’m working on finishing up a few WIPs. I’m also creating some little mushrooms. I attached some to a little bag I made. Cute! 





We barely saw any deer during the summer heat. They have now come out of hiding and we are enjoying seeing them on the edge of woodlands. 





Fruit stands are laden and we have enjoyed stopping by honor stands . 




I made some lovely apple crisp and I think tomorrow we will go up the mountain to the apple orchard and buy more apples. Maybe I’ll bake an apple pie. 

Just ordinary stuff. Nothing exciting or loud- my way of stepping out of the insanity of the world.  Tomorrow is “ladies class” - a friendship group that I’ve had for over fifteen years now. Just two elderly ladies and I. We get together, speak English and have fun. Sometimes we make little things. We crocheted some pumpkins. We made little dolls. Sometimes we do paper crafts. 

Nothing spectacular. Just wholesome friendship and genuine interaction. 

Simple living that’s full. 







Quiet Quitting the World

 “Then came October, full of merry glee.”  Spenser   The once emerald fields full of supple stalks of rice planted in perfectly straight row...