This story began in the beginning of time. I was a city girl but my heart was captured by a tall stranger and we escaped to the wilds to begin life. For I felt that this was when my life truly started. It was a romantic tale, a creation on blank canvas to be sure, ready for the layers of the history that would come and make a truly grand masterpiece of living. I learned about the mountains and the singing river. I came to know each bird from its song and an impending storm from the clouds that drifted across the valley and disappeared over the jagged horizon. Most of all I discovered a joy in my heart from the simplicity of seasons, the rhythms of nature and a solitude that preceded computers and the internet. The mail delivery was an hour away, shopping was a three hour drive each way. I had no neighbours, television, phone, fridge, washing machine, oven or running water for these ten years and I did not miss them at all. I was very, very happy.
(You can see the remains of the hut that we built by hand. As i said, there are layers of history in this treasured work of life. Top photo by Christal George.)