big up, existance
Hello everyone. I've finally felt the urge to take the time and get on a computer....
I'd just like to say that this past month has been nothing but beautiful. I'm now working at the B&B on the land, helping out on the weekends and cooking for guests, cutting and splitting firewood, making driveways and all sorts of wonderful things like that. I've also recently been working with a masterful stone mason-learning to cut and shape huge, beautiful pieces of stone and laying them out as patios, building and creating stairways, and a few months before, building a dry-stacked retaining wall in pasture out of flat river rocks. Last week we were at about 3000 feet laying stone at this rich guy's house in the mountains when we finally had our first real snow of the year. It was quite a sight to see it come in through the valley and kick our exposed, windward asses in a neato-hourglass kinda way.
The trees are all bare now and the air is crisp, clear, and frozen. This time of year is always so beautiful and rich. It's also quite introspective. I've been quite inward lately; it's cold as fuck out and sitting next to a fire or up in my attic loft wrapped in my sleeping bag and some blankets is a nice change from always being outside, working and playing. I find that I don't make time to be with myself nearly enough. Being present is so so important and easily overlooked when one thinks. Thinking, while having it's place, is so damn overrated. It's hard work, but simply being is totally worth it.
My dad is coming up in two weeks from today. It's gunna be cool to chill with him for a week up here. I can't wait for him to meet everyone and really check out community and applied permaculture design. I really hope he gets off on it. I think he'll really get a kick out this place. After that the old man and mountain hippie drive to the other side of the great state of north carolina and the other side of the universe to place called Camp Lejune (sp?), a huge ass Marine base, where we will be picking up my oh so patriotic and deadly marine of a little brother. On the day we get back, my other cool ass little brother will be arriving by aeroplane from chicago. A week of family fun and me running around central florida trying to catch up with everyone will ensue. Once again I can go to annie moore's and dave the irishman pull me the perfect pint of Guiness and to Nature's Finest, where Aaron, the surfer from oklahoma, will make me a smoothie.
Doug and Tony, the curry family, alexis, sarah and so many others that I miss will finally be near again. Hell yeah. Maybe I'll even go seek out Renee and see what's up with her jive turkey self.
oh yeah. I'd also like to say, in the same sentence, that I simultaniously love hashish and miss Ms. Amrasan.
I'd just like to say that this past month has been nothing but beautiful. I'm now working at the B&B on the land, helping out on the weekends and cooking for guests, cutting and splitting firewood, making driveways and all sorts of wonderful things like that. I've also recently been working with a masterful stone mason-learning to cut and shape huge, beautiful pieces of stone and laying them out as patios, building and creating stairways, and a few months before, building a dry-stacked retaining wall in pasture out of flat river rocks. Last week we were at about 3000 feet laying stone at this rich guy's house in the mountains when we finally had our first real snow of the year. It was quite a sight to see it come in through the valley and kick our exposed, windward asses in a neato-hourglass kinda way.
The trees are all bare now and the air is crisp, clear, and frozen. This time of year is always so beautiful and rich. It's also quite introspective. I've been quite inward lately; it's cold as fuck out and sitting next to a fire or up in my attic loft wrapped in my sleeping bag and some blankets is a nice change from always being outside, working and playing. I find that I don't make time to be with myself nearly enough. Being present is so so important and easily overlooked when one thinks. Thinking, while having it's place, is so damn overrated. It's hard work, but simply being is totally worth it.
My dad is coming up in two weeks from today. It's gunna be cool to chill with him for a week up here. I can't wait for him to meet everyone and really check out community and applied permaculture design. I really hope he gets off on it. I think he'll really get a kick out this place. After that the old man and mountain hippie drive to the other side of the great state of north carolina and the other side of the universe to place called Camp Lejune (sp?), a huge ass Marine base, where we will be picking up my oh so patriotic and deadly marine of a little brother. On the day we get back, my other cool ass little brother will be arriving by aeroplane from chicago. A week of family fun and me running around central florida trying to catch up with everyone will ensue. Once again I can go to annie moore's and dave the irishman pull me the perfect pint of Guiness and to Nature's Finest, where Aaron, the surfer from oklahoma, will make me a smoothie.
Doug and Tony, the curry family, alexis, sarah and so many others that I miss will finally be near again. Hell yeah. Maybe I'll even go seek out Renee and see what's up with her jive turkey self.
oh yeah. I'd also like to say, in the same sentence, that I simultaniously love hashish and miss Ms. Amrasan.