Category Archives: Solitude

Self-reliance and the Helping Hand

Someone asked me recently if my books were linked by a common trait and for a moment I found the question daunting. Then I leapt at the one attribute that they all possess, from my long poem to academic work … Continue reading

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Writing is a Poor Person’s Art

Writing is the poor person’s art, just like soccer is the poor person’s sport. All you need to play soccer is a will, for a ball can be made out of torn nylon stockings, my friends from Chile tell me, … Continue reading

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Preparing for Visitors

It was sunny all day today, which is kind of what I’d expected when I came to the bush. Instead this is the first day of sun. I went for a walk to the stream but spent most of my … Continue reading

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Back in the Cabin

On the third day with not enough sleep, I was looking forward to getting back to the cabin, although I wasn’t overjoyed about fording the creek. As it turned out, we got underway late, spent some time with Dennis’ parents, … Continue reading

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Getting Wet in the Winter

You wouldn’t think that a shower in the icy cold greenhouse would be that nice, but I thought again today how it was at least as pleasant as other showers I have had in the UK, for instance, where the … Continue reading

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The Changes in a Person

The night is very still. Outside the sky is clear for the first time since I arrived nearly, and the stars are brilliant and plenteous. My water supply is still largely due to the rain and snow that came off … Continue reading

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A Stormy Day with the Mad Trapper

The storm the radio had been threatening me with came last night. It began yesterday afternoon, but when I woke this morning there was at least seven inches of snow on the ground, which means travel is slightly more difficult. … Continue reading

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