The Houses We Live In
It is wonderful reading all your posts - the equanimity and sense of place without attachment is lovely to see. You all inspire me.
I have begun to sleep outside on a semi regular basis. There is a wooden deck on the back of our house and it serves as a perfect tent platform. One night every couple of weeks I set up and sleep outside, listening to the wind. A few nights this winter the temperatures went below zero. I did sleep outside in my winter down bag.... I built a snow windbreak around the tent with my Avalanche shovel and once in the bag was quite cozy. It's the transitions (in/out) that suck.... I will be doing lots of kayaking and camping with my youngest son this summer so really plan on sleeping outside a lot. A home whose roof is framed by he canopy of trees.
I've been reading a lot about spiritual wanderers and the present crop of free climbers who live/d in caves or traveled from farm to farm or renovated VW campers (Bassho, the Desert Fathers, Nanao Sakaki, Alex Hommold) - these are usually considered pursuits for young people and I am 55 years old. Limitations are self imposed and it is somewhat joyful to sleep diagonally in the back of my Subaru or in a bivvy sack on an island. The coffee tastes better and every sunrise is different. Life becomes very basic and we enter the rhythms of nature. I'm thinking John Muir too. The possessions of a home become limited to what you can carry on a small pack or even better in a pocket. A favorite stone, a small book, a dog biscuit for my traveling partner. A Twix bar to serve as emergency motivation for my son when we have to make a last push to get over Tumbledown and back to our campsite before sunset.
Deep bows
Yugen
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It is wonderful reading all your posts - the equanimity and sense of place without attachment is lovely to see. You all inspire me.
I have begun to sleep outside on a semi regular basis. There is a wooden deck on the back of our house and it serves as a perfect tent platform. One night every couple of weeks I set up and sleep outside, listening to the wind. A few nights this winter the temperatures went below zero. I did sleep outside in my winter down bag.... I built a snow windbreak around the tent with my Avalanche shovel and once in the bag was quite cozy. It's the transitions (in/out) that suck.... I will be doing lots of kayaking and camping with my youngest son this summer so really plan on sleeping outside a lot. A home whose roof is framed by he canopy of trees.
I've been reading a lot about spiritual wanderers and the present crop of free climbers who live/d in caves or traveled from farm to farm or renovated VW campers (Bassho, the Desert Fathers, Nanao Sakaki, Alex Hommold) - these are usually considered pursuits for young people and I am 55 years old. Limitations are self imposed and it is somewhat joyful to sleep diagonally in the back of my Subaru or in a bivvy sack on an island. The coffee tastes better and every sunrise is different. Life becomes very basic and we enter the rhythms of nature. I'm thinking John Muir too. The possessions of a home become limited to what you can carry on a small pack or even better in a pocket. A favorite stone, a small book, a dog biscuit for my traveling partner. A Twix bar to serve as emergency motivation for my son when we have to make a last push to get over Tumbledown and back to our campsite before sunset.
Deep bows
Yugen
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