In one piece Wendell Berry writes about the failed construction of a pond:
“The ground grew heavy with water, and soft. The earthwork slumped; a large slice of the woods floor on the upper side slipped down into the pond.” and the trauma of causing damage to the land: “too much power, too little knowledge.”
It is indeed a big responsibility to alter the contours, rearrange the soil, making changes that may well exist in some form for many years ahead.
Wendell Berry says: “I no longer ‘go to work.’ If I live in my place, which is my subject, then I am ‘at’ my work even when I am not working. It is ‘my’ work because I cannot escape it.”
When life and place and work become one – that is contentment indeed.
The whole of the Wendell Berry piece referred to, and Paul Kingsnorth’s introduction to the book, can be found here.