Two years ago, I was obsessed with the "tiny house" movement, imagined life surrounded by nothing but edible plants and the soil, fantasized about living off of the land and not from grocery products. And how to get away from the noise of the city life. Then I got here. I had a good spring and summer planting and harvested well of whatever I put in the ground. I was one with the soil. I was in tune with my spirituality. I saw God in everything and thanked Him for everything. Then winter arrives.

All I could see now is woods, I'm surrounded by nothing but woods. And all I could think of is: how can I get back to the city? I miss my groceries of every imaginable kind in Dallas, I miss my favorite restaurants and most especially I miss Christmas in the city. I even miss the people giving me the fingers for driving so slow because they're in a hurry to get to the store, to buy gifts they can't afford to give to people they don't like. Yes. Really. Yes. I miss Dallas.

The guy who owns a camphouse next to us gave me this pot belly stove.
I didn't really plan on refinishing it but I got bored.

Last night I was determined to go somewhere when I woke up this morning. So Redneck and I are on our way to Shreveport to eat at one of the casino's lunch buffet. This is why I am determined to not be in the woods  this time next year. Imagine driving 2 hours to get something to eat besides fried chicken.

It's 28 miles to get to the only two grocery in town and the town has nothing more to offer besides the library. But, I moved here for my land, to develop it into a food forest and to have a base to come home to after my travels between the Philippines and Canada.

I am posting from my phone so I can post pictures.  Well, it looks like I am double posting some pictures, but this will give you a glimpse of my land this summer and two days ago, when the weather is now falling down to the low 50's.

I am frustrated because I still can't figure out how to upload pictures from my phone to this blog. But I will soon learn how. For now, I am just in a funky mood in the wood. The weather here in Louisiana is actually better that what I can remember in Dallas, especially now that God has healed my respiratory allergies. I now can enjoy being out. But I want to be out where I could see well dressed people, sipping their 5$ coffee rushing to work in their luxury cars. Or in not so luxurious car, trying to make ends meet.

Talking about making ends meet: I am able to make ends meet but without some extra loop to play with. My source of joy doesn't come from money. Let me say it again. My source of joy doesn't come from money. O.k. I am lying.So let me be specific: My source of joy comes from the Lord Jesus, but the last three days I find myself feeling down and getting impatient for when God will embellish my existence with money so I can get things. Unnecessary things, but I want it anyway. And I want it now.

Oh well. This is what makes life more exciting---expecting. Expecting for the best yet to come.

It is 9 a.m. here in the woods. I am learning how to post pictures from my phone so ya'll can see where I live now. It will be a while before I can figure it out, but I want to show you what I got here.

For several years, I have followed the "tiny house" movement and living off of the land. I am finally here. I've been here since March, I've planted, harvested and live in this 14x32 cabin. The cabin is still unfinished because I found that I need two things to finish it; a handy husband or money. I have neither. Oh wait, I have a husband, but I have more tools than he does and I only have a hammer.

So let me finish my coffee so I can get to the library and pick up a book or two. Besides the Bible, I haven't read any book in the last 2 years. Reading and blogging is my new diet now. Toes crossed.

Dear Blog: I just deactivated my Facebook account because I am bored out of my wits and am sick of of people. That's half the truth.  I deactivated my account because I got tired of looking at peoples' posts talking about their  travels, the new restaurant they just discovered and all the happy and nice things they are doing. While I am stuck here in the woods.

I have so much more to tell you, but for now, let's just get reacquainted again. It's 45 minutes to midnight and that's way past my bedtime.