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Yetzirah

I and my Mac are at home together. Remember him? http://www.deardiary.org/yetzirah/2011/04/29/apple-cores-on-foreign-shores/ I feel well and truly moved in now that my link to the outside world is up and running. All the boxes are unpacked, and everything has a place, or almost. Every now and then I move something that was plopped somewhere that just doesn't work now that I've had a little time to think about it. The dog pen is finished, and our gate area is actually rather attractive. I'll take a picture on a day when it's not so cold out. Ben and Sunny have a much larger area to call their own outside than they used to, so I guess they must approve. Bruce is earning his keep today. It snowed a bit last night, and it's been very cold. I'm learning how to get the most out of my wood by playing with dampers and air intakes. One evening though, Bruce got on a roll and the fire was burning way too hot for my comfort level. A Fireview stove is not airtight, so things CAN get a little out of hand even if you shut down everything you can. I have been enjoying gathering bits of wood from the surrounding yard and burning some of it in the stove. There's something so… primal about it. And a little mythical to me. Gathering old branches from the woods and keeping oneself warm with them. How old a story is that? And finally, after patiently waiting for it to come to me, I awoke the other day and there it was… the name for my home... Heartwood Cottage I asked Mr. P what the definition of heartwood is, from a forestry perspective. He said it is the center of the tree that gives it its strength. In all honesty, he also said that the center wood is dead. The living part of the tree is just under the bark. [All metaphors break down at some point or another].   :-) So though I am not dead, my center is strong, and hopefully this will keep me standing so the living part can continue grow and expand. When I moved into this cottage, there was something hanging in the kitchen. I loved him the minute I clapped eyes on him. A wood man. (What's with all the wood references? It's starting to get a little monotonous.) I don't know. It's just an occupational hazard when you are surrounded by trees I guess. Anyway, here's my Wood Man:   Isn't he great? I love that he's smiling at me. I could use the cheer. (You could USE a straightjacket.) Ah, I see you are back to your old self. (Damn straight.) Somehow this is comforting too...