Wednesday, 23 July 2008
Ok, I am a hippy. But Daisy has me thinking. You are right Daisy. My life will be a continuum of angry frustrated letters to massive organisations, followed by unsatisfactory outcomes, if I don't do something about it. Perhaps I need to embrace the inner hippy and just drop out of sight, keep what money I earn under the wood pile, and spend the rest of my life milking goats.
I love yurts. The first one I ever saw was on the northern most tip of the most western aspect of the British Isles. On Ardnamurchan. It was perched on this weather ravaged cliff, but because it was lined with seal skin it was extraordinarily still inside. You could have dropped a feather and it would have fallen straight downwards. It was simple but so very cosy inside. I love the idea of living in a round construction. Fantastic Feng shui.