In all of this: milking, cheese & butter making, bread making, food growing...wild-ness, there is a grounding effect. When I milk Ruby, and hear the steady streams beat the bucket I know that there are millions of women that have done (or do) the same thing daily for centuries. This exact same thing (well, without a teat dip cup I'd imagine). Providing food for our families is something that satisfies on a very elemental level, and I adore that feeling. Tucking kneaded bread into pans to "sleep" (second rise) while Savanna watches, feeding warm, soft bits of fresh ricotta to her right from the cheese cloth - these are things so satisfying that I've begun to realize why people become truly fanatical about "self-sufficiency." When you've made or raised the things you eat, you tend to eat with a clearer mind as well as eat less of the fats etc because they are more time consuming to produce. There is no "what was this sprayed with?," "was this cow healthy?," "do they have the same regulations in Chile as they do here?" Only pure enjoyment.