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October 2009 
When do you most love coming home?
Posted on Dec 4th, 2008
by 
Farland
Farland
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for December 04, 2008:
Coming home to either of my home places is something I love every day. I love it so much that I notice being conscious about the love welling up. I also love leaving home setting off for any adventure and all the possibilities of the day.
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Farland,
I feel the same way. I love the adventure of traveling, the flow, the seeing new places.
I am always grateful to return home …
Deborah
Is this your tipi? It's lovely. It looks happy among the rocks.
It is in the canyon below my cabins where I stayed before they were built. There is a stone fire pit when it is lit the whole tipi glows. But not a tipi. I got it from an old Sami man who made them in Minnesota. He made them in the Sami tradition where they are called Lavvu
The Sami have smaller trees (for poles) than the Native Americans and colder climate so they are a little squattier than the sleek ones here in the West.
I love the adventure of travelling too and feel as though every day, when I leave home for work or play or an errand, is an adventure not much different from a vacation kind of trip.
farland, go read jeannie’s answer to this question and my question to her answer.
I still haven’t been to your moab place since the first time when it didn’t have any structures on it at all. remember?
I promise to go there sometime in 2009 and we will have some kind of adventure and quietness too. :-)
and you must promise to come to westcliffe before there is a structure there. in 2009 maybe??
Wow! Love that lavvu. Gimme a yurt or a tipi or a lavvu! Any of those would work for me and if there were a view that would be heaven.
When we, as a people, know what heaven is, and we choose to live in fancy closed boxes that is a curious thing. Dawn I will visit. Next Spring as soon as the pass opens.
Oh dear, what does it say about me then that I live in an un-fancy closed box??? Well, I’ve always been a curious thing.
To add to this discussion concerning round houses I remembered this poem which I have shamelessly lifted from Mongolian Cloud Houses, by Dan Kuehm. Hope you don’t mind me adding it here. I thought it was very cool.
A Love Letter
With a circle one meter
You sit, pray and sing.
With a shelter ten meters large
you sleep well, rain sounds a lullaby.
With a field a hundred meters large
Grow rice, raise goats.
With a valley a thousand meters large
gather firewood, water wild vegetables and Amanitas.
With a forest ten kilometers large.
Play with raccoons, hawks
Poison snakes and butterflies.
Mountainous country Shinano
A hundred kilometers large
Where someone lives leisurely, they say.
Within a circle ten thousand kilometers large
Go to see the southern coral reef in summer
Or winter drifting ices in Ohotsuku.
Within a circle ten thousand kilometers large
Walking somewhere on the earth.
Within a circle one hundred thousand kilometers large
Swimming in the sea of shooting stars.
Within a circle one hundred million kilometers large
Upon the spaced-out yellow rape blossoms
The moon in the east, the sun in the west.
Within a circle then billion kilometers large
Pop far out of the solar system mandala.
Within a circle ten thousand light years large
The galaxy full blooming in spring.
Within a circle one billion light years large
Andromeda is melting away into snowing cherry flowers.
Now within a circle ten billion light years large
All thoughts of time, space are burnt away
and there again you sit, pray and sing
You sit, pray and sing.
Nanao
Sinano, Japan
May, 1976
Thank you for the poem. I live in an unfancy closed box too and this one here is more a tin can than a box. And I love them both and the round one too.