Memories Of The Sea

Mutation just means the speeding up of the slow natural process of evolution. All I’ve done is to remove it from the realm of the accidental.

The Dream House

It is a large, very old, grey-green house with brown shutters, a long porch in front with a portion of it screened in. There is no lawn to speak of.

The Fantasy And The Reality

Designing and building your own home can be a vital step in taking control over your life, in taking responsibility for your own actions, in becoming free. It can do this on different levels, in different ways.

Channel One

Most of us are faced with the dilemma of how we can most enjoy life. We have developed ideas and behaviors that are partially effective, yet, inevitably we all get stuck.

Other Blueprints

Many people are looking to methods of building other than the conventional stud frame — post and beam, pole house, domes, log cabins, A-frames, and many owner-built combinations.

The Back Of The Bus

Remembering the travails of being and feeling homeless, I think the bus has every convenience I need. It’s my place. It’s been a long time since I’ve known that comfort.

Frown Strong/A Conversation With Merlin

Book Review

The book demands our perfection. It offers no defense of our present behavior and seems to say that survival is indeed possible without all this aggressive earthly grossness.

Thought: Shelter Of The Future

If we are to build on earth a shelter that is a shrine to the infinite potential of humanity, we must come to terms with the roots of creativity, which is itself the art of building forms whose function reveals purpose.

Doing It

If you are building your own home and you’ve decided to dig a well for your water supply, I have a bit of advice for you: Get a dowser.

Another Appetite

Our concept of New Eden is of a cooperative community of 40 or so families and individuals, living in their private dwellings, who share a love of God and God’s creation, and who are willing to break away from the disintegrating society around us to create a new life.

When A Home Is Not A House, Or, News From Swamis Local 486

I was born and brought up in a cave. This was in a former life, of course. I remember to this day lying there in a dent in our kitchen wall, only hours after I was born, watching my dad throw stones at the wolves outside.

hope’s new city

Invocation

Laughter Mountain

emigres

Selected Poems

Selected Poems

Selected Poems

it happens all the time