You are reading this page perhaps because you are curious why my blog exists. You, my friend, are in luck.
According to urbandictionary.com, a prairie muffin is:
“A woman who homesteads in a rural area and devotes her lives to homemaking under her husband.”
Funny thing is, I’m not married. I’ve hardly acted in a way that is parallel to a prairie muffin. I’m twenty-one years old, going on twenty-two. I lived most of my life scattered across the metropolitan areas of Kansas City. It was an interesting upbringing in Tornado Alley marked by a hot sunny daze, buggy bonfires, heart-wrenching storms and police encounters. We have a saying in the flatlands, “You can see so far, you start seeing the back of your head.” A humorous statement until it brands your downfall…
What I don’t tell people is how every memory I look back on is now haunted by a death. The main culprits, substance abuse and suicide, have ripped apart very special times of my life with sadness. I don’t really know how or why. All I really have to blame is that city…
Modern society is cruel and unusual. We diagnose strange personalities with mental illness, when perhaps their only fault is the inability to adapt to such an odd way of living. We are then plagued by feelings of inferiority and estrangement. We are taught that relationships are about superficiality, religion is about image and meals are inconvenient. We’ve literally depended on our culture to tell us to feel good, without the means of doing it ourselves. We have no reason to be proud, because we have been stripped of pride by our excessive consumerism. No one makes beer, they just have some. No one makes kids, they just have them. No one walks, they just have to!
When I look back on the souls that have passed on, I remember their faces smiling brightest in the sunshine and dirt.
I realized how great a part I play. I can’t save the ones I’ve lost, but I can do my best to keep more from the same fate. I started with my own child. And now, this blog.
Every now and then my parents used to bring our family out into the countryside to have Sunday brunches with the true “prairie muffins”. These were the places spirits could run free. Mothers in the kitchen, fathers having discussions, children outside amongst the pets. No one wished to be anywhere else; none can top those weekend get-aways. This is why I write this blog. Boredom and a sense of insignificance are toxic… They are taking lives. Life is so much bigger, when you realize it doesn’t surround media broadcasts or textbooks. In fact it really doesn’t start growing until it mostly surrounds good food, children and a great night’s sleep. This is why I’m reaching out. To teach independence. Independence from culture. Independence from jobs. Independence from technology. Independence from boredom and insignificance. Independence from everything your television tells you.
I probably won’t ever make it into your news broadcasts, your kids’ programming, your feel-good commercials or your brainless adult entertainment. But I will demand your attention nevertheless. Get off your couch. Get out of your head. Get on with your life, the way God meant it. Live something that you can tell your grandchildren, as if the way you lived was a commodity… because someday it will be.
Welcome to my Prairie Muffin Manifesto. A remix of everything you’ve ever known about us.
❤ Nellie Ann