To see the truth of what our vision beholds, we must overcome the biases it took a lifetime to form.
Homesteaders are caught between two worlds. Different as old and new. One from which they flee, another that exists only in memory. The former has unseverable ties and demands tribute. The latter is closed to admittance yet offers escape. Forging a path amidst them is a life’s journey. Success lies in casting off the undesirable […]
no sole only a throng be part or be gone exist only as spoke on the wheel unity ignites zeal out of step there is cost something gained nothing lost alienation from the herd soul reborn new life stirred
with struggle comes the drive to prevail through strife, achievement by overcoming obstacles, progress for conquering adversity yields strength choosing the correct path fosters wisdom knowing victory is inevitable grants serenity
Running. 15 miles in, 10 miles to go. Feet no longer touching the ground. Air flowing through the lungs like a lazy river. Mind moving about the terrain. Watching, sometime in front, sometime from behind. Don’t want to stop.
In the past the wild places were called home. Now we protect them lest they be called revenue.
For many winter is a time to rest, hunker down, make it through. For we of the land, winter is a time to plan, scheme & dream. Winter incubates the new life that bursts forth to sustain & nurture.
A pledge to homesteading, a way of life, a state of mind. It brings an old world quality to our lives that is sorely needed in this modern society.