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For as many years as I can remember, my one constant was believing that one day, after I retired from the rat race, I would spend my days sitting on my porch, listening to the wind songs and staring contentedly at the mountains.  I even used this scenario in the groups I facilitated, designating this dream as my (for lack of a better term) “happy place.”

I finally retired.  Now, as I sit on my back porch, somewhere in the mountains in New Hampshire, I am still in awe and wonderment that I ever made it.  The quiet peacefulness is beyond awesome, the sounds of nature; inspiring and the view….

There are somethings that I should have realized when moving into the mountains.  Things like chinking the log cabin, prepping the gardens for winter, putting up several cord of firewood to keep myself from freezing and putting in a good supply of food stuff…just in case I can’t get into town.  The Farmer’s Almanac says it will be a bitter winter season with above average snow.  Average here is about 100″.  Enough to make things interesting.  Bring it on….I am finally home…




“Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house a world; and beyond its world, a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you. For you is the phenomenon perfect. What we are, that only can we see. All that Adam had, all that Caesar could, you have and can do. Adam called his house, heaven and earth; Caesar called his house, Rome; you perhaps call yours, a cobler’s trade; a hundred acres of ploughed land; or a scholar’s garret. Yet line for line and point for point, your dominion is as great as theirs, though without fine names. Build, therefore, your own world.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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My dad once told me that burning wood to heat your home consisted of 3 phases that warmed you. You became warm when you cut and split the wood, you became warm when you carried the wood into your home and you became warm when you lit the fire and enjoyed the fruits of your labor. He didn’t mention the fourth phase of stacking the wood, which falls somewhere between splitting the firewood and carrying it into the house. The simplest form of “stacking” was to just throw the wood into the wood shed. No precision needed here, just a fairly good aim. Though I always assumed my aim was pretty fair, I had the misfortune of throwing a chunk of wood into the bed of my truck that inadvertently went through the back  window and into the cab. So much for assumptions.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever consider turning “stacking firewood” into an art form. It was hard enough work just throwing the stuff, harder still to roughly stack a couple cord of firewood, but to stand back and precisely place firewood into art would have been a bit over the limits. At least for us. It was not a fun project to do it any form or manner.
I am amazed by the creativity some people have when they stack firewood, but, if I was to undertake this type of project and created a masterpiece, I would probably freeze as I would not want to destroy what took many hours to build.




















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