Monday, March 26, 2012

forsythia and a decaying tree stump.

gifts from special neighbors. it is called forsythia. it is bright yellow in the spring. however, you can't tell that in this picture.

i hope i am this layered and beautiful as i start to decay.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

things i've done for the first time since living in the yurt.

drove a tractor.
stacked 2 cord wood.
used a woodstove.
used an outhouse.
hiked in the moonlight.
pruned saplings.
fixed an old rock wall.
split wood.
used a hurricane lantern.
made cranberry bread.
picked cranberries.
played cards before bed.
lived without running water.
rode my bike to the river to bathe.
walking boundary lines.
known two great danes.
woke up to seeing my breath.
had an outdoor christmas tree.
made coffee the old-fashion way.

i live today through this thought.

"I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of the arts."


Sunday, March 4, 2012

"Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind."

a log and a feather.

all things found around the yurt.