Two Years Ago...Dreams Do Come True

"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

SIDEBAR:  This Blog was originally published on 3/24/09...almost two years ago...

and now I am "livin' the dream" with 1/3 Living.  Start now folks ~ make your plan. 

It WILL come true! 

Silent Night...Holy Night

I love simple.

Sun, rain, snow, wind.

Nature.

So it stands to reason I love being in my little hide-a-way. 

The Wee House.

I love the end of the night, when I turn off the computer, unscrew my reading lamp's lightbulb (the on/off chain fell off months ago), and dive into total darkness.

However, the darkness doesn't last but a few blinks of the eye...

because the world outside enters through the windows and fills the Wee with wonder.

Still, calm, and silent. 

The quiet of the night invites the Lord. 

Pure peace. 

Silent night.

I hear Zip let out a sigh, and resume her gentle breathing. 

The moonlit night filling the Wee joins hands with the flicker of the wood stove's hot fire,

dancing a jig of amber reflections through the glass stove door.

It fills the night with natural light, one that makes me smile with joy.

Holy night.

Sweet wood aroma fills my small nest. 

I can see snow resting on the tree limbs outside.

It's a good feeling to know all the animals are warm in their sleeping quarters.

And so are we. 

Sleep in Heavenly Peace...



October Sky

I love seeing the wood smoke coming from the main cabin at sunrise.

It puts a quick in my step as I head from my early morning

writing at the Wee House, to the main cabin to shower.

Smoke = warmth.

Smoke = Russ is thinking of me and planning for my comfort.

Smoke = all is right with the world.

On October 1st, it was 34 degrees at daybreak. 

No fire in the Wee House just yet.  It seems to retain its warmth.

But the main cabin has been sporting a fire for a while now. 

Which is fine by me.