Friday, December 28, 2012



December 27, 2012



This morning began as a cool one. The temperature has been dropping going forward on into the winter season. Snow is on the ground and the days are at last becoming longer in relation to the sunlight at this latitude. It may well be awhile before the warming begins. Should see a change in
things on the ground as we near the 1st ten days of February.

Going inside is simply the rest of the story after the clamor and calamity of the material world and by extension the American Culture— has had its course with us.

Unaware are those that simply have not experienced the constant and consistent wearing away of the Spiritual-side or bombardment of the military- industrial amenities economy via the media moguls, the resource kings and princesses and the general psychological degradation involved in the American shopping experience itself.

These unaware folks may have the key to the reasonable, sensible and a saner style of living. I think Rolf and Miller above have the key too.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

December 25, 2012

There comes a time as was today-- This morning the only tracks in the sand-snow were those of Ellie- Mae's and mine...  nice cold day overall... At times it seemed like the Spirit shone on us all... nice cold day!


Monday, December 3, 2012






“He who learns must suffer…”  —Aeschylus
Ever since humans shed their fur and felt the warmth of a lightning-caused fire and realized that if they could keep the flame alive, they could avoid the brutal cold forever, we’ve spent a good portion of our time in pursuit of that goal. For those of us who reside in the “modern world,” the effort to stay warm is as challenging as turning the dial on the thermostat. But before gas furnaces and heat pumps and electric radiant heat and solar collectors, staying warm could be a full-time job. If any of you has ever tried, at least for a while, to stay warm with a wood fire and a good cast iron stove, you know the challenge. The work never ends. There’s never enough fuel and the fire always dies at three in the morning. But for most Americans, at least, even that chore is only something to be read about—“Honey, turn up the heat,” is all we need to do to stay warm.
But there are a few of us, driven by forces that can’t quite be explained, who possess a willingness to suffer and display an utter lack of common sense that causes us to abandon these comforts and deliberately seek the misery of sub-freezing temperatures. I’ve been doing this for years and still dabble in self-inflicted misery from time to time. It’s called ‘winter camping.’ It started like this…
— Jim Stiles—