Category: Tradionalism

Growing Up With Wilderness #WildernessRevival

By @ATraditionalGuy on Twitter and Gab

It is accurate to say that the world children are growing up in today is vastly different to the one I grew up in 30 years ago. The kids of today have the internet, tv streaming services, online gaming and plenty of other things which keeps them inside for hours and while there is nothing wrong with these advances in moderation when I was young we had none of them and I had a very different experience growing up.

When I was young my family would often go camping and go out bush walking, these experiences were very precious to me growing up. Not only was the time spent with my family very special but being in and around the nature and the wilderness gave me a great appreciation for it. It gave me a great and deep respect for animals and sparked my love of gardening I have developed over time.

Spending time in the wilderness is important no matter what age we are because it connects us with the world around us and allows us those special moments of peace and rest from the daily grind of life. It also gives us a feeling of connection with our ancestors as we learn to appreciate nature the way they used to and enjoy the Wilderness Revival.


In this crazy, modern, world, filled with the destructiveness of feminism, I am grateful to have the eternal word of God in my life.

“They are to teach what is good, and so train the young women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled.” Titus 2: 4-5

Let a woman learn quietly with all submissiveness. I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve; and Adam was not deceived, but the woman was deceived and became a transgressor. Yet she will be saved through childbearing—if they continue in faith and love and holiness, with self-control. 1Tim 2: 11-15

The word of the Lord ❤️ God bless you all my sisters in Christ.

Finding a gem: A reminder to preserve our precious culture

By A Tradional Guy @atraditionalguy

Recently while I was out for a walk I came across some junk that had been put out for a curb side rubbish collection. There were piles of rubbish at most every house I had past and I had carried on past them without a second thought however something stopped at this particular pile of junk. As I cast my eye over it I noticed it was a general collection of household rubbish however one particular box caught my eye. It was a box of crockery and porcelain items most of which were unremarkable however one item caught my attention completely.

It was an egg shaped item with little flecks of glitter and the most precious images around it’s surface. The images are of the most beautiful white figures I have ever seen on a piece like this before. I knew immediately that I was blessed to find this rare and beautiful gem so without hesitation I picked it up and brought it home.

When I got home I placed the item on my desk and just sat there for a while and studied it thinking how wonderful it was that I found it. As I continued to look at it a thought came to me.

If I had not come across that box of what someone else thought to be rubbish and saved this priceless gem it would have surely been destroyed and lost forever. As I reflected on this concept I thought about white culture and how precious it is and how like the little egg I found it stands to be in danger of being lost forever.

Finding the egg has served to remind me that our culture is beautiful and precious. It needs to be preserved and protected because it is unique and once it is lost we can’t get it back again. Which is why we must do everything we can to make sure our culture is not lost.

Restoring Harmony Through Trad Life

Today we have a guest post by Serene. You can find her blog at

There’s something to be

said about the divine nature of femininity, for it is echoed in the canyons each time water,soft and flowing, smooths and carves stone; it’s gentle presence giving life.

In today’s society traditional femininity is often belittled, challenged, and shamed. I stand in resistance to this narrative, and instead celebrate and cherish my highly feminine nature. This process, however, is a journey I’ve taken against the stream.

It all began in the early 80’s in a northeastern town. During my childhood, I was the quintessential girly girl. I lived for my dolls, long bubble baths, dance lessons, and my beloved make-up collection. My mom and dad were quite the traditional couple. My mother, who’d become a housewife immediately after marriage, stayed home and raised us, while my father was our protector, guide, and provider.

As I grew, my aspiration was to fall in love forever with the man who was meant for me. I found myself deeply disappointed with the selection of young men around me. They were either “feminized” or had overly aggressive and arrogant attitudes. I dreamed of the kind of man I’d seen in my family’s old movie collection. Did he exist?

In my progressive upper-middle class community it was expected that a woman be tough and compete with men. I was supposed to aspire to the dual income power couple dynamic. If I had children, they were to spend the majority of their waking hours with a babysitter or daycare worker. All of this repulsed me. I believed in chivalry, and had this dream of growing the family’s food and learning to make clothes. I wanted a husband who was stronger, had more earning power, and would love and shelter me. Of course, I never expressed this aloud. Instead I felt lost, and wondered if my desires were somehow flawed.

In my mid-twenties, I finally met the love of my life. The moment I gazed at this Georgia-bred, tall, handsome, rugged, smart, practical, sweet, soft spoken, and strong man, I knew he had a special role in my life. When we first married he was just starting out of school, and I actually made more income teaching dance lessons part time than he in his full time employment.

I was quite miserable and felt neglected and overwhelmed. My husband was certainly not feeling good about himself either as his own desire to be the head of the house had yet to be met. Many aspects of our union suffered.

Eventually, he honed his skills and asked how I felt about staying home a lot more ,and I happily obliged. Traditional roles feel most natural to my husband and me, and changed our marriage for the better. There’s more order, romance and a greater appreciation for one another. While we love our “retro” life stlyle, others in passing haven’t always been so kind.

My friends were critical, telling me I could have a more upscale lifestyle if I’d abandon my role as a traditional wife. Didn’t I want a Mercedes?

Eventually, my husband and I moved away. For a short time we rented space in the house of a staunch feminist. While it was immediately evident that she was quite bitter and miserable, the space was great and it seemed a practical spot until we fully settled into our new locale.

After about one week, our new roommate stood before me, her arms crossed and a look of disgust upon her face, “You know he owns you, right?” I stood there, frozen for a moment before responding. ” My husband earns and I keep house, cook, and run all errands. We actually used to live differently and both of us despised that lifestyle, the one that was supposed to make me feel empowered!” She shook her head and said,

” You’re a 1950’s slave wife.”

I’m not sure why I was surprised. This was the same woman who had berated me for giving out Halloween treats to the neighbor’s children referring to them as “parasitic ingrates”.

Our roommate, who’d been divorced three times by 38, should probably have looked at her own situation before critiquing ours. Still, it saddened me then as it does today, that it’s become socially acceptable to put a woman down for being a traditional wife.

In spite of such attitudes, it seems traditional roles are slowly making a comeback. I know quite a few women like myself who either full fledged housewives, stay at home mothers, or like me, mostly housewives who make a bit of freelance money on the side.

That said, those who yield to our innate tendencies to serve our husbands are often met with angry resistance from those who buy into the feminist narrative. When did traditional roles become so scandalous? How could a man lovingly providing for his wife be likened to a slave master?

My husband takes great pride in his role, but even he has endured accusations that he’s keeping me down. He is politically outspoken and tends to call out both parties on his social media page. Many times when he’s called out progressive extremists, their reaction has been to stalk my social media and criticize our lifestyle and beliefs. I have been referred to as “dumb” “bimbo” and the old standby,” slave.” I’m confused by this as I’ve never felt more at peace, or less like a slave than I have as a housewife.

When someone becomes enraged at a stranger’s lifestyle which in no way affects them or others negatively, they’re projecting. The anger many traditional wives (and husbands!) are subjected over our lifestyle is rooted in people’s resentment of their own situations.

I believe the men’s anger is rooted in feelings of inadequacy. Either they’ve been denied the opportunity to settle into a traditional male role, or shamed out of it by the messages of a postmodernist society.

There also exists a group of men who’s good nature has been abused by ill- intentioned women. Instead of taking responsibility for their poor discernment in choosing a partner, healing, and moving forward, they bash all women and the men who love them.

I believe the women feel envious and neglected. Perhaps they had no example of a strong and loving man who leads the home and protects his wife, and have grown tired of feeling like a roommate instead of a cherished wife.

Many have a twisted logic when it comes to what those of us in this community call “trad life”. They picture a woman with no skills who cowers to a man who’s demanding and abusive. Traditional wives can and should have skills! Strong men with leadership qualities can be loving and supportive spouses!

Perhaps if men and women surrendered to our natural roles, our innate longing and need for each other, things would be different on a grander scale. When a man expects to be belittled and emasculated he resigns himself to finding a wife who does so.

When a woman expects a husband who will not lead, love, and provide, she too will unconsciously seek out such a mate. It can be different. Men and women could again be complimentary to one another rather than competitive; the harmony and flow of years past would once again be restored as nature intended.