Just about two years ago, I was in a very different place but was faced with the same point of consideration at which I find myself once again. Only at that time I was just a little too stubborn and a bit too fragile to completely embrace the realization. Now, with the loving counsel of good friends I am able to navigate these hard decisions. Continue reading Tough Decisions All Around
When you live outside, Second Breakfast and Elevensies just seem right. Continue reading When You Live Outside
I was standing outside my van last night, after sunset. Doing my dishes. I love doing dishes. Working my hands in the hot, soft, soapy water I am transfixed. I love using my hands on any level but there’s something about water gliding over my palms that calms me. Continue reading Hands
A few weeks ago I received a half gallon gift of cold press coffee. It ran out a week ago and I tried to go back to regular coffee. I can’t. I have to come to terms with the fact that whatever makes cold press different also makes it better for my tummy and overall general well being.
And now I’m craving the cold press demon. Like a cleric turning up rocks for somatic supplies, I’d been looking around my place and not having much success in finding a way to make it. Continue reading Cold Press
When it comes down to it, is my life really that radically differently than that of anyone else I know? After having spent a little porch time on the subject, and with ample time for rumination, I am now inclined to say, ‘no, I don’t think so’.
Friends and acquaintances have commented that by reading and listening to my stories they are living vicariously through me. Happy to have their jobs and lives but that I give them a little something else. Something outside of the day to day, having adventures in the tether-less nature of the eccentric. Continue reading Tether-Less
The bedroom is empty of my things, and cleaned. Now it’s just the clearing. To sit, to remember. All that was learned, given, received and conceived. Living here. Sleeping here. Sanctuary.
Have I grown? Am I better for having lived here, have I made my surroundings better? Have those around me gained from my presence? Do I leave satisfied and am I truly ready to cross this threshold? To emerge a little rumpled but quite a bit less pleated than when I arrived. Continue reading Bare Foot, Open Heart
Still biking to work, even at 4 degrees F. I am actually enjoying the drive. The fact that it’s only a few miles at most is part of it, my legs don’t have enough time to stiffen up. The only dangers are when snow gives way to an icy underlayment Continue reading Cold Nose and Warm Fingers
Time to begin looking for this summers work. I’m starting with the Driftless Region in southwestern Wisconsin. Looks like it might have some great opportunities. Lots of small, organic farms. An abundance of state parks and small towns. Continue reading “Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish” – Whole Earth Catalog
Okay. First week of February. Done. A milestone of sorts with the idea that this is the last month of true, heart-chilling cold. Yeah, March is cold too but it’s only the wet, bone-chilling kind that usually ends warmer than it starts.
I’ve still been biking to work and I expect that I will all the way through. The cold hasn’t been much of a problem. Especially since I have this fancy, quilted handlebar cover that a friend loaned to me. It’s more like a handlebar cozy that I slip my gloved hands into. Continue reading Brrrrrrriffic