“It is not on any map. True places never are.”
Herman Melville ~ Mody Dick
Imagine…
If you could wake up tomorrow and not have to answer to anyone.
Except Mother Nature.
Enjoy a pot of coffee over an open fire.
Raise your own beef.
Enjoy fresh milk each day from your favorite milk goat.
Slow cook that tender roast ~ enough for company too.
An alarm clock, not that you would need one…and an egg a day.
Life simply. Outhouse simply.
Build your own furniture, from your own trees.
You can.
I can.
Start with a teeny tiny idea.
Write it down.
Make it yours.
Focus on that plan.
Make it your plan.
Your desire.
Your dream.
Follow that dream.
And remember, “less is more”.
“The longings of your heart are not incidental, they are critical messages. The desires of your heart are not to be ignored, they are to be consulted. As the wind turns the weather vane, so God uses your passions to turn your life. God is too gracious to ask you to do something you hate.”
Max Lucado ~ Just like Jesus
Until tomorrow ~ one day closer to my plan ~ God willing (and smiling),
Woodswoman
In February I picked up a book at the Bellaire Library, cost maybe $1.50. The reading of it priceless, and it fits right into your subject today.
Donald McCaig’s An American Homeplace. Full of vignettes of people living a simple lifestyle and the feasiblity for such lifestyles today.
I also loved some of the recent newspaper stories about the areas of our country that have been hit with power outages during the bad weather and how the Amish and like groups have come to the assistance by showing people how to live/survive without the power that so many of us now are addicted.
I also have to remember when I lived in England during the power shortages(strikes) and we had only a short time each week to use power. I have no idea how mother managed the refridgerator….perhaps the power was more of a brown out than a total power cut. I do remember how much fun we/mother had developing really great meals over a karo camp style cooker. We had black outs and brown outs in Conn. growing up and learned to use the fireplace for the same purposes. We were more accustomed than our neighbors because of the simplicity of the cottage on Lake Bellaire, phones, power, bathrooms all appearing in my lifetime, the pump for the kitchen had been retired to duty as a boat anchor by then.
Comment by Joy Cowles — March 26, 2009 @ 8:55 pm