"we don't live in houses"

francis of assissi said, and at first i thought he meant that the little brothers didn't live in houses because they were too poor for them. but as i have experienced, over the past several years, living outside or in a tent, i now know the "we" is bigger and the truth is we don't live in houses.

i've been trying a compromise this summer, living in a slight bit of a house, with a deck hanging over a creek. but last saturday i bought a new tent, and i'm thinning my accumulated anchors this week, giving away pottery and books, to move back into the world, where i can listen to the wind words again.

this song of bruce cockburn's seemed a gift for the occasion.