The road....

There are not many remaining no-mads, the whole nature of owning the land and the difficulty of modern travel and boundaries leaves little room for that way of living, one must adjust and move that pastoral and at times bandit style of living into a new meaning, we have now embarked on the journey itself to re-introduce to our more settled and neighbouring tribes (but more so to ourselves) the full glory and the bravery of being a people in movement; how it is to live on this earth without a habitual focal point.

 There is a nomadic notion about houses which compares them to tombs, we under-stand why.

The fact is that our whole training as modern living beings is around the house, which is usually a fort removed from the earth and from the flow of all things, and the way we bring our kids up by training them to ignore the call of the wild and and the inner voice, to close of and hide themselves in a few levels of noise and distraction leaves very little room for those who still venture for the truth itself, there is no way to bridge and communicate, our whole life experience is devoid of the possibility of anything real, seeing people we view as friends as real actors in the real life drama, lose touch with the living force-becoming more and more virtually orientated  coupled with our short experience as house dwellers has convinced us of the need to travel, knowing we can no longer really affect our more focally settled neigbours, as this will call for up-rooting  the idea home itself, and introduce-

life as our dwelling place.

This is only of course half of the truth, the other bit is that we have stumbled upon a mystery in our travels, sustaining that mystery in our lives we must at any cost.

So not only that we feel better on the road, we feel much more in contact with that mystery, even if it calls for guts of steel at times, and to break ones notion of what is right and wrong, in order to meet a deeper level of interaction.

This is our ground level, one which is constantly moving.

At the same time the yurt makers guild as been founded.

This is a union of smaller yurt-making companies and individuals aimed to bring a level of fellowship to the world of yurt-makers, one which has become very much orientated by money making and very little by any notion resembling the nomadic nature of life, where sharing skills and distribution of wealth is a thing of every day.

We also have been in contact with some of the leading/directing forces in that world, with the aim of turning it into a more meaning and image-native place, where one can meet the processes of life and not just take a break from them.

We have been considering writing about the our voyages but, so far have realized that sharing the real story could only be done within the frame work of the story itself, with those who dare add-venture.

Tune into channel one two or three on your CB radios, as we might be broadcasting when passing by.

If after reading all of this you feel you want to take it further please do, do not call us,

 we will call you.