Over the past decade, I’ve experienced a lot of things that I would consider Good Work. I’ve grown food and preserved it. I’ve cooked nourishing meals and fed my family. I’ve tried and failed and tried again (remind me to tell you about the time maggots took over my sourdough starter). I’ve learned to forage mushrooms and herbs. I’ve worked my body hard during the growing season and I’ve rested during the cold months. And I’ve observed that my mental, emotional, and spiritual states (not to mention physical) are always significantly improved when I’m actively engaging in Good Work.

But before I go any further…