This is Erika Shirk, of Overflow. Although Erika and I didn’t know each other a few months ago, it is our chance meeting and idea to write together that started this whole summer adventure. Thank you so much for sharing with us today and all summer long, Erika!
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Do you all already know Mihee Kim-Kort? I hope you do. If you aren’t following her podcast, “This Everyday Holy,” you’re missing out. I’ve also followed her blog for a long time. This summer she did a long series on “The Meaning of Children,” doing that crazy thing where you integrate parenting life with deep […]
This one is for the doubters. This one is for the ones who think sometimes it’s just a fairy tale: that maybe we made up the whole Christ-being-resurrected thing to process our universal fear of death; maybe we’re just sitting here making up stories.
When we bought this magic little chunk of land, our Sadie was a newborn. I wore her wrapped against my body as we tramped through drifting snow to site the place where we could build our cabin. We walked out all the corners. Our dream home was modest but no less thrilling for all that: an 800 square foot timber frame off grid cabin, built right out of the tall trees growing on the land.
Last weekend I was given a gift – the gift of gifts, in my opinion – to get away for the weekend and simply hole up with my words. It came after a whirlwind of spring activities, when the HBH (Hot Black Husband) had been traveling for work and I’d traveled out of state with our two boys by myself. (by Cara Meredith)
I have a dozen little writer’s rituals. There is the warm drink. Food of some kind: chocolate, if I can get it. There is the straight back posture I learned from my mother. The way I say the words under my breath. These are all expressions of myself. My human personality. My instrument. The rhythm of dawn and dusk is something else.
The appeal of off-grid living is multi-faceted. On the one hand, it is the “new American Dream.” It is the ultimate expression of our national values of individualism and property rights. On the other, it is an opportunity to tread more lightly, live more simply, love better. Both are ways to escape, but escape from what?
Sarah Bessey and I recorded this video interview a week ago. At the time I told her I would cut it down so it was nice and short. She said maybe cut out the part where we talk about her upcoming book (which is called Out of Sorts and is about a changing, evolving faith). I said, Sarah, WE ARE NOT DOING THAT.
I’m not writing from my yurt, today. Turns out I am in Atlanta, Georgia, with the magnolias and the mosquitoes. I had my first taste of real Southern grits this morning.
But don’t ask me what I think of that quite yet. I’m a slow study. I rolled it around in my mouth and thought about it.
Once upon a time, my children had a Cheese Fight. This was back in the days of tiny babies and no extra energy to be found and so I did something that shames me even now, I bought bags of pre-grated cheese, poison preservatives and all. I was tired, okay? And I had babies that never let me put them down, so how exactly was I supposed to grate my own cheese? … (by Sarah Torna Roberts)
When I first brought chicks home to my limited-electricity off grid homestead, I looked all over the Internet for advice, and found it pretty thin. Now that we’ve done it three times I’m going to be very specific about our techniques, in case it will be helpful to somebody else!