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Today’s Timely Topic:
Oh For the Natural Old Days!
Be in Nature. Stay in harmony with nature. It is you…Learn of Nature, then understand yourself….Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha
See that little house in the picture up above. It was home sweet home for six years. No electricity for six years, just kerocene, flashlights, starlight and firelight. No running water for six years. Just running to the old hand dug well and dropping a bucket down and bringing up the cold sweet sap of the Mother Earth. No telephone. No cell phone. No laptop. No TV. No videos. We had a little cat door. Every now and then a cat would paw its way in. That was fun to watch. Oh, we could sing and play the guitar too…and talk to each other.
Last night, I sat in front of my lap top, sending emails, working on the plans for a UFO conference in Arizona, and I puzzled over how to access one of two You Tube accounts I have! Can’t remember the username of the darn thing. Seems like I spent most of my day in front of that lap top!
Technology. Can’t live with it. Can’t live without it. What are we humans going to do?
During the first winter in that stone cottage, the roof wasn’t insulated and somehow, snow filtered through the tin and fluttered down upon me and my man as we lay on the floor in sleeping bags. We spent many of that winter’s days cutting firewood because we hadn’t had time to do it in the fall. (During the fall we put the roof on the old bare boned root cellar that was left on the property.) So, after a winter’s day of cutting firewood or making bread in the little cook stove, getting cozy under the covers was pure sweetness.
If I didn’t run–you know, jog– outside on the streets of my neighborhood of ordinary houses in central Pennsylvania, I’d hardly ever be outside for any length of time…just to go to mail box and the grocery store. My 87 year old dad keeps the temperature at 77 degrees. Keeping up with the parental care and the business of life….its hard to find time just to go outside to be with Nature.
I know my memories of my six years in the root cellar are somewhat romanticized. But if we all lived that way BY CHOICE and not because we were so darned poor we had NO CHOICE than to live in a hovel….if we all chose to live in a little house….and went outside to work the land and bring forth her bounty….is it a possible or an impossible dream..that we might be happier?
Lift up your eyes upon. This day breaking for you. Give birth again. To the dream.”…Maya Angelou
Dreaming the Dream