It’s been a while, I know. Please forgive me for abandoning my blog for this time, though–you see, I found my home. Edge and I bought land in June: 9 acres of pasture and 5.5 of forest, with a stream running through the two, and a view to the west of the Worcester Range. A few weeks ago we finally put up our yurt, brought our sheep to the land, and moved in.
Our nights have been illuminated with a lantern and candles, because we do not yet have electricity (and therefore, internet), set up. I will be back online more regularly in the next couple of weeks, though, and I hope you’ll come back to read, too.
Yurt Raising
Choosing
You have to lie beneath the tree to see
Her branches spread against the sky.
A view, a pattern never found before.
The spot you choose, the tree,
The season of the sky, the light
Within your eyes determine
What imprints there.
Never ceasing, the press of earth
Against your back,
The breeze riffling your hair,
The songs of birds.
Insects humming in the grasses,
These will be with you,
The day you choose to lie
Beneath that tree, on that day
In the season of your short life,
Your history stretches far
Behind and before you
Only earth and sky and tree
Between/behind your eye.
(Joy to you in living on your land. I grew up in the Champlain Valley and have lived in Ripton for 40 years, between a river and a brook and in the old hills of the Green Mountain National Forest. Kath.)
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Wonderful! I look forward to reading the about the rest of the journey. You are making a good, wholesome life for yourselves. Enjoy.
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