What you see in the picture is not snow. Not a lot of snow fell, no, it was frost, king frost all over and minus 20 night and day.
It was nice to see how much better our cabin have become. One extra stove is super duper but it’s more than that. It’s also the mudroom we built – it works as a thermal bridge. And we fixed the loft so now we sleep up there and since heat travel upwards….
Last year we had to place frigolit (it was given to us) before the windows during night but this year we didn’t have to.
The year before that we wore 3 layers of clothes at all times but this year we walked around in just one layer (and woollen underwear off course).
Minus 20 is not by far the coldest it gets here but the week was strange because it was so consequently minus 20 all of time, steady as she goes. Or he. It was king frost. He walked the land but now he’s gone and temperature is changing again, up and down, up and down.
We had a chimney malfunction during our stay in the iron fist.
Of course it would happen at that time of all times, there are certain laws about this.
A chimney malfunction means: poison smoke everywhere in the house and nowhere to go. So it was minus 20 inside while he fell a tree and used is a fishing rod down the chimney to clear it. Like a throat.
The more I live here the more I identify with the cabin.
We were clogged.
Now it’s better.
Now it’s quiet again.
Speaking of the quiet I wrote this for Dark Mountain. The people at Dark Mountain are the kindest people I’ ve ever met which is strange given their bleak (but in my opinion realistic) view on things. It’s about time. The more I think about it the more the thought materializes in my head: There was a giant robbery of time, the greatest bank robbery ever: someone stole all of our time!
I’m thinking about that a lot. While I lay here in the bed upstairs overlooking the sunrise and the white and the lake and… everything which is not at all mine but it feels like home.
Maybe I’m home.
There is such a quiet here. Quiet like mountains, eternal like snow. There is definitely something happening, it’s happening within me. Maybe some kind of dignity. I don’t know. Maybe some kind of integrity. I’m done with all of the drama, my life won’t be like that, never, not again, I can’t do it. I just won’t. Doesn’t mean that I’m indifferent though, doesn’t mean that I believe in withdrawal. It’s just that I won’t be spun around like a little marionette in someone else’s hurricane.
Or my own.
I learned that from King Frost.
There is time. And in this absolute stillness there is absolute movement it’s just another kind of movement, a movement which is strange to a modern human being but I’m tuning in on it, I get it.
I hold my ground.
Like King Frost.
And there’s another thing too. It’s him. I really hate him sometimes, we really fight but when the shit hits the fan or when the chimney malfunctions or reality breaks or the cold sweeps the land or my head explodes: he’s there.
It takes time to love someone. It takes time to develop relationship and it takes time to change.
I will give him my time as he has given me his. It’s the greatest gift of all.
I think we’ll do all right.
And the kids are all right too.
So what I wish for you dear fellow human being, what I wish for you in the new year is time.
I wish you get the time- or take the time- to look at the sunset. Bathe in frost. Swim in trees. Don’t let anyone take it away from you because you need it to survive.
Give it. Get it.