It's been nine years since I last posted to this Blog. When I stopped writing, it was because I didn't feel that people were listening. There was a lot of "talk" but not enough "walk". Our whole world has changed in those nine years and I feel like I am going to try speaking out again. I feel like what I have to say is still important and, frankly, at this point I don't even care if anyone listens or not. I'm past that. No validation required. Maybe I'm just writing for my self now....keeping a chronicle of my life. Speaking my Truth and preserving it for my children. But I'll share these essays....put them out there.....in case anyone else is interested.
I have moved back to my roots....to Vermont where this Journey began. I bought a 200 year old farmhouse in Stockbridge where homesteading and voluntary simplicity come naturally. Northern California became untenable for homesteading because it....literally....stopped raining. And, started burning. It's unsettling (and perhaps even unethical) to try to grow a garden when you are dependent upon water from a drilled well. Or to raise livestock whose diet is reduced to brown forage. So, as a Climate Refugee, I came Home.