And I'm here once again, into a point of chaos. It's crazy how life changes when you can't have any form of fire inside a house. It just stops being a home, at least in this cold part of the world where it's summer and yet we're freezing our asses off in the mornings these days.
It's fine though. Now that the stove isn't functional, I've been forced to work on my rocket stove if I want a proper meal and hot water again. What I miss the most is my yerba mate in the morning. It's a blessing to start the day with it beside the fire and jam in the guitar for a bit. It's a huge sacrifice to motivate myself out of bed without that wonderful moment waiting for me.
Today I made more progress on the stove and got the structure right this time. Tomorrow it's time for the mud. Summer passed me by and I didn't get to work with mud at all. Between the fences and all the different daily things that need to be done to keep depression at bay while living alone in the forest, I just haven't gotten to the point where I can say: "everything's great, let's do some cob!"
But now life force me into it and I'm grateful because working with mud is a beautiful therapy and I'm looking very forward to it.
Tomorrow's the day! Hopefully I'll finish the stove and get back to the abandoned tasks because my room is a mess, my dirty clothes are piling up, and with those two things out of control for too long, depression finds comfortably slipping into my being.