A Simple Truth

Part of me really wants to sit down and fine tune and publish this essay about anarchism and ideology and dissent that has been floating around in my brain and on my hard drive ever since the fucking elections started rip roaring through town and startled people into making assumptions about my attitudes, motivations, convictions, demeanor.

Meanwhile,
Part of me is really sad and sort of incredulous that I can't find episodes of "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" streaming online, as I would eat that entire season for breakfast right now.

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I should really delete this blog.

Blase is boring as fuck

Impulse tattoos are the bees knees.

Startling self discovery at 31 is fucking hot.

Oh yeah, that whole massive life changing thing I did

View of our house from the lower field

People have suggested I blog about this new phase of my life: living in the woods, working on the farm, homesteading and other general socially isolating activities.

I am thinking it over, but am generally disinclined to really commit to the project. I've found that I immensely enjoy being more cut off from my phone (which doesn't work here at all) and the internet (which works more or less, when it wants to). I am trying to be really deliberate in how I craft my days, how my time is spent. I have all this space to be very thoughtful and intentional in how my energy is expended.. writing more letters, taking more pictures, teaching myself new things, cooking quality food with friends, etc. So I am not sure how important spending time in front of this bright shiny computer box is going to be when the dust settles.

But I have been really cut off, and not great at staying in touch. And a handful of you lovely folks don't have the good ole facebook account, and so, for you all, here are a smattering of pictures, and perhaps later in the week, some words to go along with them. Maybe.

Just know that, in every way it could be, its amazing, and satisfying, and pretty, and basically is just a big huge happiness generating factory.

Dora at the pond

Bryan in the brooder with our 22 chicks

Bryan and Kate ditching the field

All the baby seeds in the greenhouse!

Zendo garden field & cabin

Sunset at the pond

Dear Self

Self:

You promised yourself you weren't going to make any emotional decisions during these first few weeks of not smoking.

So fucking stop it already.

Love,
Tori