Things began well enough. There was a map. There were companions. There were clear skies and high hopes and books of poetry and theories of intentional living and creating communities, how out of inhospitable earth we could build an epicenter of escape from the constraints of society, a place for thinkers to gather and for artists to dream and for those who knew what they didn't desire to dedicate a week, a month, a year, a lifetime to living deliberately.
It's midwinter! Save the date : February 8 : for the second annual candlepin bowling extravaganza!
The industry of souls / Martin Booth