10 things to love about living in a tipi

Round spaces feel more accepting, and more open to possibility, than square ones.

It's not possible to lock yourself out of the house.  Or in.

A little curve of sky, rather than a light fixture, occupies the peak of my ceiling.

The bathroom facilities don't use any water or electricity.  And what a view, by moonlight!

Not-quite-waterproof canvas walls and smoke-hole keep me aware of weather's presence -- and of my place in it.

Reading by candlelight or flashlight makes words, and the time spent imbibing them, precious.

With a tent set up inside it, nights are completely cozy and warm, and the space is transformed from a one-room to a one-bedroom house with a living room.

Small ones such as mice and lizards can come in and out, freeing me of any absolute claim to "my" space. And since they seem to prefer the narrow verges around the rugs' edges and between the walls and the inner canvas lining, we find it easy not to bump into each other.

Since the fire-pit inside has been unused for a while, there is a green plant growing out of earth at the center of my living room.

River-voice sings me to sleep at night with its memories of September's big rain.  Now I know what the rhythm of constant flowing abundance sounds like.

griefbeautyquote

"The ability to willingly continue to live, though knowing we all must die, living to become increasingly more worthy, noble, creative, awake, and beautiful, such that our deaths in their old-age fullness at their natural allotted time become a grief-making loss to the world of such dimension as to be an elegant and complex sacrifice of sufficient density as to sustain while the ecstatic nature of the Divine who in the process fertilizes the flower of Now into a time of hope and deliciousness beyond our own, is what gives us life and makes us truly human."

"...in the Divine collision of God's desire with our beauty, the world jumps back into flower with all its detours, griefs, joys, pains, reliefs, breakthroughs, and ironies, as its accepted petals."

-- Martin Prechtel, _Long Life, Honey in the Heart_