“Low-Impact Woodland Home” built in Wales for under $5,000.
The home was built by Simon Dale’s himself (along with family and friends) with minimal tools from stone, mud, reclaimed wood, and lime plaster. Green features include solar paneling, a composting toilet, rooftop rainwater collection, and natural insulation. Water comes from a nearby spring and skylights provide ample natural lighting.
Here’s a taste of what Dale has to say:
This sort of life is about living in harmony with both the natural world and ourselves, doing things simply and using appropriate levels of technology. These sort of low cost, natural buildings have a place not only in their own sustainability, but also in their potential to provide affordable housing which allows people access to land and the opportunity to lead more simple, sustainable lives. For example this house was made to house our family whilst we worked in the woodland surrounding the house doing ecological woodland management and setting up a forest garden, things that would have been impossible had we had to pay a regular rent or mortgage.
LET ME LIVE HERE
The frost is creeping in.
Can’t move back
To where I started.
It didn’t mean anything—
There it goes.
Will it ever
Matter more than
In the beginning?
I blinked and now
I miss it.
Been thinking about one-way tickets lately. About just leaving, packing a bag and going. I want to throw all logic and plans to the wind and just act.
I’m probably not brave enough. Or independent enough. Or adventurous enough. I’m too polite to get what I need or want. I am shy. I’m indecisive. I’m scared.
Hardly the description of a world traveler.
But then I think of those one-way tickets and that place I’ve never been to before. And sometimes, I forget what it is holding me back—as though a one-way ticket is already on my bed-side table, and I could be gone by morning. I forget about work and money. About the people I would miss.
Then I remember.
But one of these days, I’ll forget to remember, buy that one-way ticket, and truly be gone.
First of all, it was a great disappointment to accidentally find the sewing needle in the middle of the living room floor.
Secondly, I was disappointed to find the half consumed bottle of powerade on my bed.
Thirdly, you can only imagine the disappointment I suffered upon the discovery of about 18 of your unpaired socks on the dryer.
Fourthly, few other disappointments on earth can rival that experienced when discovering the last of the milk in the fridge is actually nothing more than an empty gallon container.
But what disappoints me most of all is that I dont get to see you nearly often enough. I think you are the greatest.
Have a wonderful first day of class.
I don’t know what I have done. I don’t know what it is about me. I’m just Tia and I wonder if they’ll find that out.
That I’m not special. There are a lot better.
I couldn’t be what people think I am…have I just been idealized? That doesn’t seem fair. I can’t compete with the flawless version of me, the one people create. I’m just me. Tia. Will they find that out?
I can’t be everything to everyone or even anything to someone. I can’t be that person…why can’t I just be me? Tia?
But I have been me—the whole time, just me. I don’t know how to be anyone else. I’m afraid. Because when people are disappointed in me, I’ll have no one to blame but myself.
And they will be disappointed. They will.
I’m just waiting for them to find that out.
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I don’t think my nightmares would bother me so much if they didn’t always come true. Not the situations, but the feelings. Those always come true. Strong negativity that sends me scrambling for relief.
For the first time in a while, I searched for plane tickets. An impulse for escape that won’t disappear entirely. It feels urgent. Especially now. I want to run away. The cursor hovers over the “purchase” button and I can’t remember what it is that keeps me here. I’m a click away from being gone forever….
But here I am, curled on my mattress with a blanket over my head. I’m comfortable but not comforted. I’m restless and upset and I wish I had never said those things.
But I guess a plane ticket won’t change that and it certainly wouldn’t help me fall asleep. So I guess I’ll just lay here and listen to the whirring of the fan—thankful for anything other than complete silence.
It’s 3:22 in the morning, and I can’t sleep…but I’ll try. I’ll keep those nightmares away with the light of my laptop on, still just a click away.
I’m only one click away.
I exhaust myself trying to keep from disappointing people—yet I disappoint myself continually by believing lies. I’m exhausted and hurting and I can’t believe I’ve set myself up for this. I’m learning that it isn’t always about moving forward, sometimes it’s about getting back to where you were. I need to take three big steps backward and find what was lost.
I have to take care of me, too.
I just wish I knew how.