Downshifting – A Guest Post By Sara Eiser

Are you ready to downshift?

Today’s guest post is brought to you by Sara Eiser.  I’ve met Sara and her husband Keith on Twitter (Sara goes by @smola04 ; Keith is @organeiser ).  Sara came by the house about a month or so ago and rescued us from an overabundance of cucumbers, and since then we’ve chatted on Twitter from time to time.  The other day I tweeted about Henri Nouwen’s phrase “Downward Mobility,” (which I blogged about HERE), and Sara wondered if I had heard of Downshifting.  There are a lot of similarities.  Anyway, take the time to read this thoughtful post and let us know of any areas in your life where you’ve deliberately “downshifted.”  Enjoy.

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Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy.


Simon & Garfunkel, “59th Street Bridge Song”

My dreams were so complex in college – I had a Plan (notice the capital “P”). I was going to be a career woman. I thought that stay at home parents were unambitious and dull – I craved the prestige of a challenging job and clever discussion and had no desire to “sit at home and watch kids all day.” Sure, I was getting married out of college, but I was young, had a college degree, my work and lifestyle was important, and I wanted that nice house in the ‘burbs, where I could invite my classy friends for wine & cheese parties on late Friday nights. Eventually kids would work into it – as part of my status as a “liberated careerwoman.” I was going to have it all.

Now, four years into my marriage and after having two children, my life and priorities look very different. My family and I are now a part of a growing movement of downshifters, people who are voluntarily getting out of the rat race, bailing from the consumerist mindset, and leaving mainstream America’s “values” behind. There are many ways to downshift, but we’re all united in a few basic values:

  1. The belief that our most precious commodity is time, which is finite.
  2. A desire to declutter our lives of possessions which frequently own us.
  3. A desire to devote more leisure time to our family and friends.
  4. A desire to slow down the pace of post-modern life.
  5. A desire to not be ruled by money or the work force.
  6. A desire to live life well within our means.
  7. The belief that only through balancing these elements can we achieve a meaningful existence.

Downshifting in practice looks different to each family. Ours has downshifted in many different ways, each shift happening gradually over time. You may recognize some of these choices in your own life, without knowing you were downshifting.

Shift: My husband is working a blue-collar job that has little to do with his college degree (computer engineering). I work part-time in my field (music).

Benefit: My husband and I, though in possession of (expensive) college degrees, have chosen to work jobs that people love reminding me are “beneath” us. Though we each make a very small salary and have little to no monetary flexibility, we are in control of our jobs, and therefore in control of our leisure time. My husband works four 10-hour days each week (by his choice), leaving his evenings and 3 days each week to devote to our family and also allowing him to pursue his primary love – playing the organ. He loves the fact that when he leaves work each day, he never has to take work home, so he can be fully present in the rest of his life.

I make my own schedule, mostly working from home. This allows me the flexibility to stay at home with our children, not having to work to pay for daycare, and time to spend with my friends who are home during the day. I also love being able to help out my friends who are at work during the day if a babysitter is sick or something is forgotten at home.

Shift: Moving out of the city onto our 1.25 acre rural plot.

Benefit: We are investing our time and money in what we love – the land that we are stewarding, our garden, and our forever house. These things are the parts of our life which give us the most pleasure and provide not just a house but a home, instilled with the values we wish to pass down to our children. We have given up a lot of material things to be good home/land owners, and have reaped the rewards over and over.

Tactic: Doing away with consumerist-driven holidays and instead giving gifts of experiences rather than things.

Benefit: Our kids will hopefully understand the benefit of experiences. Toys are easily forgotten or broken or lost and often kids have no respect for their own property because they have so much and are always getting more. Experiences, on the other hand, last a lifetime. We get family gifts (like board games or cookbooks or road trips), go out to dinner together, and celebrate our holidays in a way that focuses on the meaning behind the holiday instead of stuff.

Shift: We eat real food.

Benefit: This sounds silly, but much of what we call “food” nowadays is chemicals or fake hyper-processed soy or corn. Check out your bag of chips tomorrow, or your store-bought bread. Look at the additives listed in your hot dog.

We’ve shifted to spend LOTS of our time in the kitchen, because we do most of our cooking from scratch now. This originally came about because of my son’s battles with food sensitivity, but is something we’ve embraced. Gone are the days of freezer dinners, drive-thrus, microwaved boxed veggies, and cellophane-wrapped treats. Though we sometimes indulge, our budget, health, and ethics no longer allow us to eat that way with regularity.

My husband has found a love of gardening, and his garden is flourishing. We spend lots of time canning – saving that fresh, unprocessed flavor for the winter doldrums. We have found so much joy in growing and preparing healthy, real food for our family, and feel good that our values are reflected further in the way we eat and nourish ourselves.

Shift: We regularly say “no” and stay away from scheduling our free time full of activities and classes.

Benefit: Our weekly schedule reflects our priorities. We work hard during our work time (and only for the amount of time we need to do a good job) and play harder when we’re out of work. We spend lots of time spontaneously getting together with friends or volunteering or going on walks; playing with our children or cooking or working on the house. These are the things that give our life meaning so these are the things that we spend the most time on. We try not to feel guilty (it’s tough, I know) saying “no” when it’s something that would clutter up our time together. When we do find ourselves over-scheduled, we prioritize and cut what we need to in order to get back to a healthy balance.

Downshifting is a process; a way to reclaim your life and your time. It is important to understand that there will never be enough time for the things you love – family, friends, other things that give your life the most meaning. You have to make time, and sometimes that time comes only by making great sacrifices.

Every day, we have a chance to choose our priorities. Every dollar we earn, we have a chance to choose to spend it on a specific thing. Will you spend your money and your time creating the life you want, aligned with your ideal priorities? or will you go along with the pace of society and the path of least resistance, further in debt and guilty about the time you’re not spending with the ones you love, doing the things you love?

It’s always possible, no matter how impossible it seems. It just takes one baby step at a time. If you never have enough time for what you love, it might be time to shift.

Downward Mobility

All of my life I have been told that happiness is found by moving up: more education will open up more opportunity; more money will make my giving more effective; a bigger house will help my family feel more fulfilled; more friends will expand my influence; more power will enable me to do more good; a higher position at work will lead to more of the aforementioned.

And while I don’t think there is anything inherently evil in having more of these things, “more” is not the way of Jesus.

“Upward mobility” is not the way that he chose.

Henri Nouwen writes that “In a society in which upward mobility is the norm, downward mobility is not only discouraged but even considered unwise, unhealthy, or downright stupid. Who will freely choose a low-paying job when a high-paying job is being offered? Who will choose poverty when wealth is within reach? Who will choose a hidden place when there is a place in the limelight? Who will choose to be with one person in great need when many people could be helped during the same time?  Who will choose to withdraw to a place of solitude and prayer when there are so many urgent demands made from all sides?”

But why choose less? Is this just one of those silly contradictions that people spout because it sounds wise in its enigmatic nature (ie, less is more)? Just because it’s a contradiction, does that make it a proverb?

Nouwen continues: “…the way of downward mobility, the descending way of Jesus…is the way toward the poor, the suffering, the marginal, the prisoners, the refugees, the lonely, the hungry, the dying, the tortured, the homeless – toward all who ask for compassion.  What do they have to offer? Not success, popularity or power, but…joy and peace…”

That is what downward mobility has to offer.

As always, I am given a choice: will I follow everyone else as they fight and scratch and claw and work to get to the top, where the prize is money and power and stress and, in the end, emptiness?

Or will I follow Christ, downwardly mobile, “toward all who ask for compassion?” The upwardly mobile fight against each other – the downwardly mobile, at first, fight only themselves and the longing that have been imposed on them by their culture.  But in the end the downwardly mobile will have joy and peace.

“The joy that compassion brings is one of the best-kept secrets of humanity” – Henri Nouwen, Here and Now

***If you’d like to read about someone who has had downward mobility imposed on him, and is making an even bigger difference in our community just by his example of perseverance and joy, please read my friend Ryan’s blog from yesterday where he tells the story of his uncle Gordie who is suffering from ALS.

Tuesday’s Top 10: Autumn

Autumn is the best season. I have felt this way my entire life.  Perhaps it’s because I loved the cool weather or always loved going back to school (you know, for the backpacks, the trapper keepers, the #2 pencils . . . dork alert).

In any case, there are only about 5 weeks until autumn, so here are my favorite ten things about “The Beautiful Season”  (or fall, as many of you insist on calling it) in no particular order:

1) The spelling of the word a-u-t-u-m-n. Any word that ends in m-n AND you’re allowed to say without getting a detention must be pretty cool.

2) Cooler weather – while I have noticed that winter is KIND OF losing its appeal with me as I get older and more sensitive to freezing temperatures, the cooler weather of autumn, after the ridonculous heat of summer, is so refreshing.

3) The beautiful fall foliage – yes, I said foliage.   Only people who use the word autumn use the word foliage.  And what could be more beautiful than a host of dead and dying things (leaves) hanging on with their very last strength, only to fall and be consumed with fire.

4) Wood fires

5) Football – from the lights of a Friday night high school game, to sitting inside on a lazy Saturday with a cup of hot chocolate watching Penn State v. Ohio State, to falling asleep after church on a Sunday afternoon while the Steelers clobber their opponent, there is no national past time (sorry baseball lovers) quite as nice as football (yes, I understand that my no-tv rule is in affect until January 1st and may have some impact on this particular activity)

6) Wearing jeans and boots and a heavy sweater, walking through the woods and mending a stone wall (okay, so I’m no Robert Frost, but I still enjoy the aforementioned clothing)

7) The scent of wood fires

8) Pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin pie, pumpkins with little, evil faces carved in them, and the delicious pumpkin curry soup my wife makes

9) Thanksgiving, my favorite season of all

10) And this year, for the first time ever, The Fireside Writer’s Conference.  Ha! You thought you were finally getting through one of my posts without hearing about that.

So what’s your favorite thing about autumn? Do you even like autumn? Do you even like the word autumn, or do you find it pretentious?

Adventures at the DMV

Today my wife makes her 3rd trip to the DMV in 6 weeks. She has a relatively simple request – magically transferring her Virginia driver’s license to a Pennsylvania one.  Having an in-state driver’s license is a requirement of the state of Pennsylvania.  Apparently living here is in such high demand that they try to make the process as difficult as possible.

During our first trip to the DMV we loaded up our four kids and entered the building with all 17 pieces of information that they require.  We took a number and waited in line.  Then my wife saw the sign:

“No cash, debit or credit cards.  Checks or bank drafts only.”

This is almost as ridiculous as the founder of the Fireside Writer’s Conference (me) expecting everyone to pay with checks. Who even has checks anymore?  And why wouldn’t a government agency accept the VERY CURRENCY THAT THEY ENDORSE FOR ALL OTHER TRANSACTIONS?!?! It’s not like we walked in expecting to pay with rubles.

Well, we didn’t have our checkbook along, so out the door we went, pushing strollers and shouting directions to get our small flock back across the street and loaded up into our minivan.

During trip number two Maile made sure she had the checkbook. She was given a number (something around #218 – they were helping #14 at that point).  Centuries later she made it to the desk.  Victory was just within her grasp.

“Okay,” the woman said, “all I need now is your proof of identity, social security card and proof of residency.”

Perhaps this was where Maile went wrong – she got cocky. She pounded the requisite pieces of paper on to the desk, did her favorite touchdown dance, then spiked her passport on to the floor as if to say, “in your face – you’re silly restrictions and lack of cash acceptance can not stop me from driving legally in PA any longer” (okay, not really, she pretty much just placed all the documents on the counter and held her breath).

“And your second proof of residency?” the woman asked with a diabolical look in her eye.

What?

Yes, hidden 14 levels deep on the PA DMV website, in small print, written in Olde Englysh, is the fact that (2) proofs of residency are required.  You know what else is messed up?  Gun permits count as proof of residency, but bank statements are no good.

It has taken us weeks to gather the courage to try again. Part of me can’t wait to see why Maile won’t get her license today.  But we scoured the website.  Last night we did a mock run, with me as the diabolical behind-the-counter lady.  I couldn’t find a reason not to give her a PA driver’s license.

Say a prayer for us today around 10:30am, if you think about it.

Fireside Writer’s Conference

Where:275 South Belmont Road, Paradise, PA in the heart of Amish country:

When: Friday October 22nd from 6:00pm – 9:00pm; Saturday October 23rd 8:00am – 8:00pm

Cost: $125 / person (register before September 1st for $110)

For a registration form, click HERE (if you have problems printing out the form, please email me at shawnsmucker (at) yahoo (dot) com – additionally, if you cannot pay with a check email me and I may have a few other options for you)

This is a brand new conference I’m putting together for this fall. We’ll start with a meal on Friday night, some mingling time to hang out and get to know each other, followed by a poetry reading to get the creative embers burning.  Saturday starts with breakfast at 8:00am followed by various speakers on topics like: The Truth About Your Imagination; Getting Your Blog from 50 – 500 Followers; The Beauty and Pain of Honesty On The Page; and others.  There will be blocks of time for you to go off and write, reflecting on the ideas and themes of the day.

If you are traveling in from out of town you will need to secure your own lodging – I am more than happy to make recommendations based on your need.  One of our sponsors is the Ellmaker House, a beautiful bed and breakfast in Gap, PA.  There are some other wonderful bed and breakfasts in the area, as well as some very affordable motels/hotels.

The following is our planned schedule of events:

FRIDAY 10/22

6:30 – 7:30pm Registration

7:30 – 9:00pm Poetry reading and discussion with poet Gwyn McVay, fireside (weather permitting)

SATURDAY 10/23

7:30 – 9:00am Registration and breakfast

9:00 – 10:00 Welcome / The Truth About Your Imagination (Shawn Smucker)

10:00 – 11:00 The Beauty and Pain of Honesty on the Page (Andi Cumbo)

11:00 – 12:00 Free-writing and break out sessions with some of the speakers

12:00 – 1:00pm Lunch

1:00 – 2:00pm Getting Your Blog from 50 to 500 Followers (Bryan Allain)

2:00 – 3:00pm From Blog to Book (Q&A with Ira Wagler)

3:00 – 4:00pm Social Media – An Extension of the Real You (Ken Mueller)

4:00 – 4:45pm Free-writing and break out sessions with some of the speakers

4:45 – 6:15pm Dinner

6:15 – 7:30pm Panel discussion on The Art In Tragedy with Anne Beiler, Brenda Boitson and Tim Kreider

7:30 – 8:00 Thanks and Good Bye!

Check out some of the speakers who will be there:

Bryan Allain is a 33 year old writer and engineer living in Lancaster County, PA with his wife and two children. He writes daily for a growing readership at his personal blog, as well as contributing to other successful websites, including Stuff Christians Like, The Burnside Writers Collective and The Daily Beast. Bryan has a B.S. in Chemical Engineering and currently works in the pharmaceutical industry. He quit MENSA because he was too smart to pay the yearly dues.

Andi Cumbo is an essay writer, creative writing teacher, and writing tutor.  Her work has been included in Santa Monica  Review, South Loop Review, Gertrude, PRISM Magazine, and other publications.  At present, she lives in Baltimore, MD where she has had the joy of having a man appear in her backyard after, apparently, jumping/falling off the three story building behind her house.

Ken Mueller is the proprietor of Inkling Media, with 30 years of experience in the media industry. He has worked extensively in the radio industry as well as social media. Mueller has a Bachelor’s Degree in Broadcasting as well as a Master’s in Mass Communication. He and his family live in the city of Lancaster, where he can often be found working from his porch.

Ira Wagler showed up on readers’ radar with his blog Ira’s Writings: This Time I Will Write It – his literary style, powerful voice and raw, emotional posts led to a burgeoning audience.  Recently Ira landed a book deal with Tyndale.  He’ll be speaking about the process of blog-to-book, and what the experience has been like for him so far.

Gwyn McVay is the author of two chapbooks of poems and one full-length collection, Ordinary Beans (Pecan Grove Press, 2007). Recent poems appear or are forthcoming in Verse Wisconsin and Poets for Living Waters. She teaches first-year writing at Millersville University and Temple University.

To read one of her poems, click HERE

These three speakers will be part of a panel discussion on “The Art in Tragedy”:

Anne Beiler is the author of Twist of Faith and the founder of Auntie Anne’s Hand-Rolled Soft Pretzels, the largest mall-based soft-pretzel franchise in the world.  She lost her daughter Angie in a tragic farming accident in 1975 – this changed her story forever.  She will talk about the process of writing a book that necessitated revisiting painful times in her life.

Brenda Lee Boitson has been a freelance writer since 2007 with AssociatedContent.com.  Most recently, however, her writing is directed from her blog where she writes about becoming a 24-year-old widow in October 2008, having lost her husband of one and a half years to a rare Angiosarcoma tumor.  Brenda is currently writing her memoir and advocating for change in how society discusses grief and accepts those grieving at an early age.

Tim Kreider is the founder of Also-Me, an organization formed “to deliver messages of help, hope and faith to the youth of today, that leads them to take positive action in their lives on the path to purpose and meaning.”  He is in the middle of writing a book about his experiences – check out his website to find out more about his story.
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Close Your Eyes…Unless You’re Driving

So in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been on a real Henri Nouwen kick recently.  The guy is, in the words of my British brother-in-law, spot on.  Eat this portion of “Here and Now” for breakfast, lunch and dinner today:

“I am constantly puzzled by my eagerness to get something done, to see someone, to finish some job, while I am fully aware that within a month or even a week I will have completely forgotten what it was that seemed so urgent.  It seems that I share this restlessness with many others…

“Why is it so difficult to be still and quiet and let God speak to me about the meaning of my life? Is it because I don’t trust God? Is it because I don’t know God? Is it because I wonder if God really is there for me? Is it because I am afraid of God? Is it because everything else is more real for me than God? Is it because, deep down, I do not believe that God cares what happens (on my street corner)?

“Still there is a voice – right there, in downtown Toronto.  “Come to me, you who labor and are overburdened, and I will give you rest.  Shouldermy yoke and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your soul. Yes, my yoke is easy and my burden light” (Matthew 11:38 – 30)

“Can I trust that voice and follow it? It is not a very loud voice, and often it is drowned out by the clamor of the inner city. Still, when I listen attentively, I will hear that voice again and again and come to recognize it as the voice speaking to the deepest places of my heart.”

Thanks for the reminder Mr. Nouwen.  What’s that?  I can call you Henri? Well thanks.

So wherever you are right now, reader, take a moment and close your eyes and listen.  What do you hear?  No, not the kids commotion in the back ground…not the fan running or the a/c kicking in…not the dishwasher clicking (I don’t know, ours clicks)…not the music on the radio.  Listen.  Is there something, someone, deeper than any subconscious level you can attain trying to tell you something?

That might sound kind of weird to some of you.  If so, that’s cool – feel free to ridicule me in the comments.

Oh, and if you’re reading this on your cell phone, in your car, you can forgo the whole eyes-closed thing.  Seriously. For the rest of us.