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Hope is Always Sweeter than Despair


Our days at the sanctuary have been tolerably full. The cold weather is the source for most of our sufferance. In the darkest hours, the temperatures have been plunging into the thirties and our Rosie Cotton (trailer, AKA temporary home), being twenty-plus years old, has long ago surrendered her ability to keep us warm. The radical difference between being able to adjust a home temperature via my cell phone and having to turn on a tiny space heater, hoping the solar panels have sufficient juice to run the warmth-giver long enough so the cold-air smoke stops streaming from my lips, continues to remind me that hope is always sweeter than despair.


We underestimated winter.


The good news is that we have underestimated just about everything since assuming the responsibility for this land and the start-up of the sanctuary. So, in other words, I can share that everything being experienced is normal for us and no longer evokes copious amounts of stress. We are wet and we are cold, but we are determined to see our dream to fruition.


The construction company has promised we will have a house on our property by late-February. I received their words with great pleasure but know that... time will tell. In the interim, we have had fun picking out flooring and paint colors with the hope that their timeline is accurate and taking a shower, for as long as I want to take a shower, is in my near future.


I've never imagined that anything could ever add to the magic and enchantment of this beautiful land. However, the winter sunrises and sunsets, in full chorus, have left an impression that will undoubtedly last me a lifetime. I cannot source nor make-up the words that I need to describe the compelling scenes that speak to the normally inaccessible places within and bring me a sense of nirvana.





As many of you know, I am an admirer of Robert Frost. Often as I look out upon this majestic land, I recall his poem, The Trial by Existence. In particular, "And God has taken a flower of gold and broken it and used therefrom the mystic link to bind and hold spirit to matter till death come."


Truly, there is not much I can add to that, Maestro Frost.

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