Kind of a general thing.
Jan 28, 2021 11:37:00 #
I hope this will somehow explain my photos.Sorry it is a little long.
A paper in our filling cabinet states that I am the owner of a property on the side of a hill in Penn Township This includes approximately twenty some acres of which about a third of is woods. It is in that wooded third where I built my house. That paper is a legal document and it proves that I am a legal owner of this property. This will be recognized by the courts in any judgment that this land rightfully is my property owned entirely by me. This is the law of man, made up by men in an attempt to keep order in the world they inhabit. In actuality though all this legality is in error as this land and all land is leased to us by a higher authority than the court system that recognizes the deed. The paper is only paper, and paper is not infinite, but the land is.
To maintain my lease I am responsible to pay taxes to my government in place of monetary payment to the leaser. This is only a paper thing as I am responsible to the leaser for care of his land. It’s true that the deed gives me legal rights to do with the property any thing that the my government allows. The part that the government doesn’t cover is my responsibility to the leaser. This agreement is not written on paper nor is it verbal. It is an agreement that exists because it is just right to exist. It is the agreement that gives me that feeling of contentment among the trees as the leaser and I share our times together.
Living in the woods gives me a quiet contentment as the trees form the roof over me. They are sober and strong, and they are always willing to listen even though the conversation we have is mostly one-sided . The woods is a place where my God comes to stroll with me as we walk without talking and we both feel better for being together. This is the tonic of the woods that Thoreau said was so necessary. It is a tonic that I receive each time I am in my woods, a tonic that gives my life more comfort. I know this is a personal thing and others might not be affected the same way but they cannot help be impressed by the majesty and silent strength the trees display.
I realize how fortunate I have been to live the life I have been given to live. To have the family and friends that has been given to me and the love that I have received. To have been able to travel and see much of the world with a partner who loves and mostly understands me. To have lived with a degree of health that has been tolerable and live-able. To be able so far to function without having to be assisted in my every move. My life has been blessed and I have enjoyed every part of it, especially here in my woods.
The woods are my cathedral and my house its chapel. There is a quietness about a woods, sort of a reverence as each plant blends into the fabric that makes a woods complete. It separates me from a more busy world, kind of like a down comforter separates me from cold in my bed. I am not a really a religious person but I am a believer as I feel that only some divine force could create my woods for me. I also believe that there is some reason why I was chosen to be so moved by the woods while others only see the trees. I don’t feel that I am the only one that feels this way but I do think we are relatively few in number. People in general do see the beauty but they don’t feel the comfort. As the poet Blake said “to see heaven in a wild flower” and yes it is there but you have to look close and you have to accept that it is there. No. I have not seen heaven there yet but I keep looking and someday I will, as time is bringing me closer and closer to that view. I will try to protect his woods, that woods that I refer to as mine even if it is only on that paper where this is stated. In his cathedral I will continue to walk and marvel at the intricacies that coexist in this one small portion of his world. This one portion that has been set aside to make my life here a never ending sense of wonder. So much in so small a space, my “world in a grain of sand” place. Each day here is a new day of discovery for me to find that simple meaning that I had somehow overlooked before. It is all there waiting for me to find it, not hidden, just not yet seen. My woods is not large in area but eternal in complexity. I like to share my woods and just maybe someday I will find that one other person who will understand this.
SPIKE
A paper in our filling cabinet states that I am the owner of a property on the side of a hill in Penn Township This includes approximately twenty some acres of which about a third of is woods. It is in that wooded third where I built my house. That paper is a legal document and it proves that I am a legal owner of this property. This will be recognized by the courts in any judgment that this land rightfully is my property owned entirely by me. This is the law of man, made up by men in an attempt to keep order in the world they inhabit. In actuality though all this legality is in error as this land and all land is leased to us by a higher authority than the court system that recognizes the deed. The paper is only paper, and paper is not infinite, but the land is.
To maintain my lease I am responsible to pay taxes to my government in place of monetary payment to the leaser. This is only a paper thing as I am responsible to the leaser for care of his land. It’s true that the deed gives me legal rights to do with the property any thing that the my government allows. The part that the government doesn’t cover is my responsibility to the leaser. This agreement is not written on paper nor is it verbal. It is an agreement that exists because it is just right to exist. It is the agreement that gives me that feeling of contentment among the trees as the leaser and I share our times together.
Living in the woods gives me a quiet contentment as the trees form the roof over me. They are sober and strong, and they are always willing to listen even though the conversation we have is mostly one-sided . The woods is a place where my God comes to stroll with me as we walk without talking and we both feel better for being together. This is the tonic of the woods that Thoreau said was so necessary. It is a tonic that I receive each time I am in my woods, a tonic that gives my life more comfort. I know this is a personal thing and others might not be affected the same way but they cannot help be impressed by the majesty and silent strength the trees display.
I realize how fortunate I have been to live the life I have been given to live. To have the family and friends that has been given to me and the love that I have received. To have been able to travel and see much of the world with a partner who loves and mostly understands me. To have lived with a degree of health that has been tolerable and live-able. To be able so far to function without having to be assisted in my every move. My life has been blessed and I have enjoyed every part of it, especially here in my woods.
The woods are my cathedral and my house its chapel. There is a quietness about a woods, sort of a reverence as each plant blends into the fabric that makes a woods complete. It separates me from a more busy world, kind of like a down comforter separates me from cold in my bed. I am not a really a religious person but I am a believer as I feel that only some divine force could create my woods for me. I also believe that there is some reason why I was chosen to be so moved by the woods while others only see the trees. I don’t feel that I am the only one that feels this way but I do think we are relatively few in number. People in general do see the beauty but they don’t feel the comfort. As the poet Blake said “to see heaven in a wild flower” and yes it is there but you have to look close and you have to accept that it is there. No. I have not seen heaven there yet but I keep looking and someday I will, as time is bringing me closer and closer to that view. I will try to protect his woods, that woods that I refer to as mine even if it is only on that paper where this is stated. In his cathedral I will continue to walk and marvel at the intricacies that coexist in this one small portion of his world. This one portion that has been set aside to make my life here a never ending sense of wonder. So much in so small a space, my “world in a grain of sand” place. Each day here is a new day of discovery for me to find that simple meaning that I had somehow overlooked before. It is all there waiting for me to find it, not hidden, just not yet seen. My woods is not large in area but eternal in complexity. I like to share my woods and just maybe someday I will find that one other person who will understand this.
SPIKE
Jan 28, 2021 11:57:01 #
Not only long but a bit self-contradictory. Perhaps you can sum this up in a short sentence or two.
--Bob
--Bob
SpikeW wrote:
I hope this will somehow explain my photos.Sorry i... (show quote)
Jan 28, 2021 12:09:21 #
Jan 28, 2021 13:59:27 #
We all have (or should) things we are grateful for. I don't know that everyone enjoys a place of solace like you have. Mine isn't stationary; there are 2 wheels involved. Many unhappy moments followed the passing of my husband. At that time there were 3 motorcycles in the garage. His Goldwing, my Goldwing and my sport bike. When those extremely sad moments would creep in I would hop on one of those bikes and head for the country. A trip down a long quiet road did wonders for my soul. Those 3 motorcycles morphed into the current two but they, too, can do wonders for my soul.
I hope you have many years to continue enjoying your little patch of heaven.
Dodie
I hope you have many years to continue enjoying your little patch of heaven.
Dodie
Jan 29, 2021 07:26:55 #
Thank you Spike for sharing “your” woods with us. I live in the woods as well and know the feeling you describe. Quietly watching, listening and feeling it is good for my soul and I appreciate your words. I do believe you have seen heaven in the flower.
Dale
Dale
Jan 29, 2021 07:54:50 #
Jan 29, 2021 08:29:27 #
The Indians are right. You cannot own land.
The land owns you.
In 500 years, someone else will 'own' the land you are on now...and 500 years from then...someone else.
The land owns you.
In 500 years, someone else will 'own' the land you are on now...and 500 years from then...someone else.
Jan 29, 2021 08:46:22 #
Totally understand your feelings. The happiest time in my life was the 18 years I lived in the mountains where my nearest neighbor was 1/2 a mile away in either direction and grass sprouted up in the middle of the road. Friends and family could not understand how I loved the isolation of living in a place surrounded by trees with only my horses and a cat for company until my other half came home at the end of the day. There were definitely many spiritual moments walking out into the forest or watching fat snowflakes fall early in October. I do miss those mountains, but I'm too old to cope with the rigors of long winters and Mud Season. 
Jan 29, 2021 09:03:06 #
Great reflections! I have always enjoyed the view of the trees & river behind my house; your story has inspired a fresh view.
Dodie; I know I & others appreciate & understand what you have said. I rode motorcycles & horses for years & fully understand of what you speak. A relaxing of the mind & body; a feeling that is hard to explain. “It’s the journey; not the destination”.
Dodie; I know I & others appreciate & understand what you have said. I rode motorcycles & horses for years & fully understand of what you speak. A relaxing of the mind & body; a feeling that is hard to explain. “It’s the journey; not the destination”.
Jan 29, 2021 10:08:44 #
SpikeW wrote:
I hope this will somehow explain my photos.Sorry i... (show quote)
Very well said Sir. I enjoyed the read too.
By the way Spike, are you ever going to fix the white balance of your avatar?
Jan 29, 2021 11:21:09 #
Spike; with your permission, I would like to send a copy of your post to a couple of friends, giving you credit, if that would be okay. The message you expressed is so well written.
Jan 29, 2021 11:33:54 #
Well I just enjoyed the heck out of that.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
-- Wordsworth
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
-- Wordsworth
Jan 29, 2021 14:17:11 #
Dodie; I know I & others appreciate & understand what you have said. I rode motorcycles & horses for years & fully understand of what you speak. A relaxing of the mind & body; a feeling that is hard to explain. “It’s the journey; not the destination”.[/quote]
Michael,
That's it exactly!!!!
Dodie
Michael,
That's it exactly!!!!
Dodie
Jan 29, 2021 21:40:06 #
In most states, the possession of a deed is not the best evidence of ownership, but the recording of that deed on the (usually county) records is.
Jan 30, 2021 16:41:59 #
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