It’s Thursday today. On Monday I did a few morning chores and had my last day at ARC, and left with Misty for Minneapolis. Monday also happened to be the day of the March Snowpocalypse, and we had to turn back. I spent the rest of Monday and Tuesday happily snowed in, with just me, Misty, and another community member named Medora bouncing around in a 10,000-square-foot log cabin.
Item: What have I been doing at ARC? I’ve been becoming a human. I always used to think I was one already, but it turns out every time in my past when it was time to do human things, I was elsewhere.
I know, I didn’t expect to be this far north at this time of year either. But sometimes you just have to go where life is telling you to go.
Here comes another poem. They keep happening. I hope that’s okay.
The last time I wrote anything about where I was, Misty and I were happily in the middle of doing odd jobs at Feral Farm in Washington. We’re not there anymore; we like to stay at places for about a month and then move on to the next place with a lesson. But I wanted to mention something we learned from being there. After all this is a trip that’s all about learning, and although we’re mostly targeting ourselves at learning how to live off the land, a lot of the lessons we pick up will be useful for people who are planning to do nothing of the sort.
Misty got this hat, from our friend Willow. And somehow, it was never the same twice. Not all of Misty’s head gets cold at the same time, so they have to arrange it very particularly.
Lately I’ve been working on honing my writing. I aspire to say more with less. A casual sifting through the archives of this blog will show you that that hasn’t been my usual approach. But over the last few months, with the pace of my life slowed to a feral speed and only paper and pencil to draft with, the importance of paring down has finally begun to really impress itself on me.