A Quarter of a decade...I've only been reminded of one 'why'

 As long as i can still do that....

 the perfect day, despite all the Miss oh Jens and Anne Thropes... is if you love life, then managing to doze off at 14.15 and have 45 minutes afternoon siesta is the best of life there is, being two New Mornings...

And jilted up awake by.....

So, for all their .....even the fine one Simone, never mind Johnny come very lately about 100 years later,  Charles Eisenstein cant and vanity, 

Never mind Mister Paradise and loadsa big words about 'spirituality', never mind "homecoming" here or there or wherever else...

I know what is really "human", and the opposite of 'spiritual' ....

And here of all places to hear it just once from her...

" i know we shouldn't use machinery unless we have to as it disturbs all around .." 

"yes the birds and bees too"

One quarter of a decade ago i saw one woman  in a minute of film handsawing her firewood at her little wood sawing 

And even if not the first time, the last time i lioved somewhere the worst of all the childmen, but laster summer an even worse one: living among a small settlement of other people, but still a special lovely place of nature and a fair bit of wildness, like the last 'home' i had...

But what do you know, give a bloke the means to buy himself an electric saw, and what do you know,  even for the smaller stickbranches when a small handaxe never mind manual bowsaw is far more efficient never mind cheap to reband....

bloke        must      define his towny-come-to-the-stix     pathetic     little    'identity'     by ruining the whole lovely quiet afternoon for the other people around and about*

Quite unnecessarily in fact no real woodsman of yore would be seen dead wasting power and machinery on what it is  merely sublime to be at, quietly, other-"human"-respectfully, by hand.......

Thistersiesta...

My parking spot.... indeed where a fair bit of the winter, quietly spent.....

* I know that 'home'  can't ever be found again, no matter how Little Miss Saudade one may feel, because.... because.... 

because.....

well, that one.. the here-one! one and only!.. she only got her country rewilded playground i guess sucking up to Mister Money bags, and when .... well its a vicious circle and i know i never really enjoyed 'art' that much as it is by definition made by people who make it mainly in towns or at least must promote via them and none can ever ever ever stand up for  the Paradise of NO human noise or attention grabbing, even here....

And i am quite sure the rare woman who " yes  ..i wish.... it is so noisy where i live.."

has driven herself so scatterbrain  figuring who to be...she wont even remember saying it  

Or where this perfect quietest little number came from....  indeed how perhaps it was used in juxtaposition to the noisy rest of it.... to make a statement worth making.

 

One quarter of a decade failed, wasted, merely seeking one person who may indeed respond well to " maybe nicer for you, your body, the neighbours, and the beasts around,  if we use our bodies and hand tools to cut the wood rather than their almost always unnecessary noisy machinery.."