Friendship

Dick Proenneke

I never heard of Dick Proenneke until tonight.  I was looking up some videos on how to build timber frame place out of logs and basically stumbled on this beautiful footage.  His footage, of himself, building a life in the forest of Alaska in 1968.

There is also a second video which was just released in 2011

The third is yet to be released!

If you love this, as I did then perhaps you will also want to read his Journals?  Which can be downloaded free here.

Sometimes the internet is so cool.  How else would I have ever met him?

 

 

 

 

 

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Don’t tell me to stuff it!

I am catching up on the Tiny House community while I am in Hamilton and I have the luxury of a full time internet connection.

I found this interview with Dee Williams.  Dee has been living full time in her 84 square foot Tiny House (on wheels) in Olympia Washington, since 2003.

I think that she and I have more in common than having dogs named Rudi… but I have come to understand that we Tiny Housers all have things in common.  I can’t speak for us all, but I have noticed, largely, that we do not wish to participate in consumer culture, we think about what we consume and we try to lead our lives simply and sustainably.  More than once I have heard Tiny Housers speak to the issue of simplification because they want time with those who they care about, more than they want stuff in their lives.

“I think stuff is a huge distraction from your character”  Dee Williams

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Where My Heart Is

I am just back in Hamilton and will go this morning to Brewers just as soon as the kids leave for Toronto to see the CN Tower.  It is comfortable here, but I miss THO when I am not there.  I miss the cozy space and the trees around it.  I miss the sounds of the wind and the chatter of the chipmunks.  I miss the howling of the coyotes but most of all I miss my community.

It is not unusual for me to long to be home among my loved ones there.  Even though I don’t pop in to see all of my friends and family every day when I am home, I still know that the potential to see them is at hand.  The truth is that I have never felt that much at home anywhere, except there, at home.  I don’t want to suggest that I have not had moments of comfort in other places.  I had wonderful friends and neighbours when I lived in Germany.  I have friends in Guelph, Finch, Hamilton and other places that I have lived.  Some of my most dearest live very far from me, those in Japan, Jamaica, the UK and my Lithuanian sister friend who is in Germany come to mind frequently. My kids are here in Hamilton area but even my love for them does not make this home for me.

My Hamilton house is small but comfortable.  It boasts conveniences and features that we often take for granted – but I do not have these at THO; It lacks for example: running water, electricity, heat, air-conditioning, a bathtub, a full kitchen, refrigeration, indoor cooking, a washer, a dryer, a bus that takes me to the indoor-farmers market and back without fighting for parking, my writing group is here, and it also has a good bright 9×12 studio space.  It is a nice solid house with a tidy German looking yard and a nice garden, but it is not my home.

Be it ever so humble and not quite done, here is my home.  Here is where my heart is.

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Norse Guillaume

A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of meeting Guillaume at a Pagan Moot in Kingston and hoped to have the opportunity to photograph him and share some of the experience on here.  Guillaume is a Norse Pagan who practices sverd og skjold (Norse sword and shield – combat technique).  He also teaches these skills in Kingston, Ontario.  He is a rich story teller with a deep, full laugh.

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to meet him again and take a few photographs.  I wish that I had the skill of a photographic memory so that I could recall verbatim his telling of the sacrifice of Týr.  While Wikipedia gives one the basics of the story, it lacks the passion to which it was shared with myself and the others who were present.

I knew nothing of the Germanic/Norse religion before this meeting and found the story so fascinating that I got a book on the subject which is actually a little more about the Runes then the actual mythology.  Later I got some hematite runes too because I found I needed to have something more tangible in my hand while trying to grasp these totally foreign concepts.

There are many interesting aspects of these stories, but what I took away are that of sacrifice for the good of others is key to these beliefs.  Like the tales themselves, Guillaume, is a man with a huge presence.  His huge laugh brings in those around him and his ability to get to the point of the matter is not only with the tip of a sword.  It was not lost on me that he wanted to be sure that I was safe getting to my vehicle after the moot and that he was the last to leave checking that we were all safe.  The need to protect those around him is deep and ingrained.

Guillaume’s gear is a combination of hand made items, to which only in retrospect now again do I realize that I should have photographed more closely, made by his own and other’s hands.  The man exudes a beautiful hand made quality not just in his clothing but in his very self.  His willingness to allow me to take photos and run a story on him was something I also found quite fascinating.  I suspect that this security comes from the mans ability to assess the intent of those around him as well as his ability to protect himself and the others who are in his presence from any ill intent whatsoever.  Honestly, there are few men who I have ever felt quite as safe with and this is despite the fact that I know him only in passing and very little.

No matter, it was a pleasure to meet him and to talk.  Hopefully this world has many men as great.

Bide the ancient law Ye must,
In perfect love and perfect trust.
Heed these words the Rune’s rede fore-fill:
An ye harm none, do what ye will.
What ye send forth comes back to thee,
So ever mind the law of three.
Follow this with open mind and heart,
Merry we meet – Merry we part.

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THO and International Relations

THO hosted a Tiny international gathering last night.  Three members of our family from Germany and three from Canada along with Hj, me and the four dogs.  It has been a long time coming… my sister was totally surprised, as was I (last week) to see how tall Michael is now.  We both, had not seen him since he was just 9 years old in 2003.  These big distances make for big gaps in our understanding of one another.  It is good to be in touch.

Our dogs were in heaven with all the hands there to pet them.  As well as the possibility of catching a salty potato chip was very exciting to them because this is something which we do not often have.

Unusually, the coyotes were very quiet last night. Perhaps it was the number of people that kept them away?  Or perhaps they had to listen more quietly to understand the language in the cloth porch?

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