It has been a short and sweet, philosophical week in the tiny house. My friend, Dori, joined me Thursday for our periodic head-to-head over brunch griddled up in my tiny kitchen. Sipping coffee over Grand Marnier French toast with dried cherry lavender compote and maple syrup, (see Vittles page for recipe) we pondered the stories driving our respective endeavors. What is it about my wee house project that has held my sustained attention and efforts for the last five years often in spite of time/funds shortages, and where do I go from here?
What has driven us to build bigger houses where we sleep a little, get ready for work, and from which we commute longer distances, consuming more resources to work longer hours, hopefully, for enough money to pay for it and take occasional vacations until we can begin to live in that mythical land called RETIREMENT, if we make it that far? Is this living? I have a theory that we are all homing: seeking context, meaning, a secure place to be and time to appreciate. What if we could start living now, before retirement? What kind of world would we build together? The media examples with which we are daily bombarded are variously packaged versions of largely the same thing. There is another way. Since that tiny opportunity I now call home landed in my lap, the world is so much bigger than I had imagined. And in this tiny giant world into which I've stumbled, there is plenty of room for community. I hope to see you there.
See you next week!
P.S. Now entertaining client contracts and seeking grants for construction this spring.