Sounds Of Silence
Something rather profound has come of living out of our pop up tent trailer and sleeping essentially outdoors for months while we have been building and homesteading our 5 acre property. We have become so connected with the environment around us that subconsciously we have picked up the rhythm of our land. We know at an intuitive level when the sun will rise, fall. What weather is on it’s way. What animals have come around camp at night in hopes of scrap morsels left behind. And though the camper is extremely functional and truly feels homy and meets our needs, one essential aspect is glaringly missing; insulation. With the first wisps of fall season already descending upon us, we have found ourselves uncomfortably cold at night.
So last night, in an effort to stay warm, we took refuge in Terra’s Lookout Cabin. When the time came to turn off our lantern and go to sleep, we were struck, in a very uncomfortable sort of way, at the sounds of silence. Ironically, the sounds of silence were much louder than the sounds we normally hear when sleeping in our pop up. We felt disconnected from the world outside and as a result felt uncomfortable, cut off and restless. It was a fidgety sleep as we tried to adapt to this new environment and we longed to be back in our pop up tent trailer with it’s fabric thin “walls”.
But accustom we must. Weather reports are already identifying snow levels in the forecast and we are just 3,000′ from tonight’s snow line. It’s just a matter of weeks before we are greeted by our own fresh blanket of it. In the meantime, we are building our tiny house just as quickly as our bodies will allow. I don’t know if we will complete if before the first snow fall, but we are doing everything within our power to have that be so. In the meantime, we are counting our blessings that we have shelter and feel confident that it’s just a matter of time before we accustom to the sounds of silence once again.