Ok, so I’ve been lurking in here for a few weeks and now I want to formally introduce myself. I am just Jeremy. I am a 47 year old father of 4.
13 years ago, my wife Lori and I left “civilized society” of Chicago behind, bought an old coach bus, and moved to north Alabama to live on family land. We were inspired by the Ringing Cedar Series of books by Vladimir Megre among others. That and we were sure the world was going to collapse😉
We had 2 daughters (at the time), a 5 year old and a 2.5 year old. We had a general plan of what we wanted but knew nobody outside of a few distant relatives here. We parked the old bus in the woods and lived. We showered outside for the entire first year. We built a “bathroom shed” with a composting toilet. Our utilities came from my great uncles nearby cabin. In the meantime, we went to work on establishing our homestead.
It would take 2.5 years to get our Homestead carved out of the dense woods. It took only 9 months and the threat of a new baby in an already crowded bus to get a cabin on the homestead. So we traded our bud for a little off grid cabin. We had our son at home in that cabin, delivered by yours truly. It was amazing and beautiful (and a little scary).
In the meantime we kept accumulating really great people and new skills. We started growing a garden and raising chickens. We also discovered how much we wanted a cob “dream house”. We homeschooled as well.
However, we also needed money, so I chased it with my old city trade as a chef. It never went the way I wanted it, but it always ended the way Universe(higher Self?) wanted for me. My wife also went back to her old city trade as an electrician. We kept trying to do what we had (go to work at a job we didn’t really want to be at) It began to wear on us, straddling two worlds, so my wife suggested we have another child😉 intentionally for once.
That was 4.5 years ago. We had the child, our second boy, also at home, also delivered by me, also beautiful, amazing, and a little scary. That sort of changed everything. It made us really realize that we need to make our home our work. (Yeah we’re slow learners).
There has been so much personal growth and change along this journey and yet we still have so much to glean. It seems like the “money problem” may finally be getting solved. One thing that is certain though, there is a growing number of folks like us that we keep accumulating. It’s so clear that we have a lot of the pieces already around us to put together the puzzle. So as not to keep dragging this out (even though there is so much missing), I guess I’ll wrap this up by saying how grateful I am to have stumbled across Jean and this group. I can tell y’all are “our sort” of folks and I can’t wait to interact with you moving forward. Hopefully in real life😎
Ok friends, we have some catching up to do, it’s been an eventful week on Big Bear Farm…we’ll get you up to speed but for now, please meet JUMPS, one of the new arrivals🐐
It’s like the Groundhog Day movie but in a good way;-) We woke up to more babies…AGAIN!
HAPPY THANKS-GIVING Y’ALL!
Thank you so much for all the love, warmth and compassion you're flooding us with. The grief is just ours, not Jagger's. Leaving his earthly body was certainly a relief for him.
Earlier this year we didn't think he would make it through another summer, but he must have felt the change coming - us moving to our farm, because he worked up a 3rd, or should I say a 4th wind.
Jagger hated car rides all his life, no matter how much we bribed him:-)
Noah was driving the dogs from the old place to the farm and he said that Jagger was fine the entire ride. Once he lifted him out of the truck, Jagger started walking the entire fenced off part of the property, which is some 5 acres in total. He would do so almost every single day since, including yesterday, when he made one last big round and checked on everything.
Watching him walk was painful for us (and surely painful for him), as his hind legs were very stiff and in recent days his front legs really started giving him problems as well. But he kept walking, checking the ...
Today we helped Jagger cross over. He was 15 years and 3 months young.
Our minds are flooded with memories…He was much more human than dog, with a mind of his own that defied every training method and every trainer he‘s ever met.
Not surprising, is it?
This photo was taken a few hours before his departure. He left with the sun shining on his face, knowing what was going on and as ready as he could be.
We however weren‘t ready for that kind of pain.
Our last words to him where: „Go home, to the real one, go home!“
FUN DOG STORY = My dog patches, was in on the "fart game". Thor on the other hand was not. 😅He once farted n looked at his butthole like "😲What was that?" n looked at me like "🤨ahh, that normal?" Anyway, I used ta fart on their heads on occasion as I walked by. (Big dogs) Patches caught on. That beasty would come fart at my feet n then go to the other side of the room, wait till I started gagin, n then pant like she was laughin. I'd often offer to let her out, in case she had to poop. Nope. She was jus playin the fart game. 🤪Couldn't tell ya where she learned it🥴😆
Friends,
it's always quite interesting to see how one and the same piece of information/video/article can cause an incredibly variety of reactions. From "blessed and inspired" to "this is fear mongering of the worst kind".
They saw the same piece on information delivered/written by the same person. So is it the information itself or is it something else that determines how we react?
Kristin and I talk about it in today's Sunday Sermon right here 👇🏽
Much Love & Many Blessings,
Jean & Kristin
Friends,
in the face of all that we are witnessing in the world today, who hasn't asked themself at times, "What can little old me change"? It's a common question and we've all asked it before.
It's actually a very important one to ask, but most don't realize how powerful the real answer is.
Let us explain in today's Sunday Sermon 👇🏽
