interesting that kevin mentions these things, in detail & at length..
sometimes that is the nature of dreams, & oddly,
dreams only become true when we are awake...
i've laid down a lot of effort & more goddamned fucking hard fucking cash than my heart can fucking bear to actually contemplate, on ventures of this kind... they are never, ever, ever easy, no matter how well the beginnings appear..
i will tell you one thing, in a practical sense, before all else, if this is really the desire of your heart"
make sure that whatever land you are upon is truly, legally & soundly *yours* (& that includes whomever you begin your venture with..)
the second thing is to not tolerate schwills..
people need to Get The Fuck Up & Do Their Fucking Jobs/Chores before they can Get The Fuck Out..
make sure the land is yours & that you filter posers early, & you will be fine..
otherwise the land & everything you have sunk into it will be lost & destroyed, with *maybe* enough left for you to continue to eke out an existence that allows you to ruminate over the smoldering ruins of your aspirations & wonder how the universe can be so Beautifull & Unjust, all in the same moments that you have tried to love her with..
that error is survivable, but not unless you learn why it has come to pass...
there is nothing we love that we will not work for..
we may not *have* to, but if we *need* to, we will...
it may be pneumonia stalking us after a sudden rain on a winter's trek in the desert..
it may be crouched against a bulkhead, & dogs barking along the track across from you, or a bull shining a light & banging with an iron bar..
it may be wondering if your engine is going to explode & leave you & the little you posses no more than an instance of junk to be towed away, with the only question before you to be whether it is worth trying to salvage what little value it holds, from those whom would hostage it against your needs and your ability to let it go..
it may be having your pack stolen, & yet still being kind to strangers..
whatever we love, we will work for...
it may be a winter in -50 temperatures, saving enough to share with those whom love what we also love..
it may be days of ache & dirt, walking a yard, only to help, if not a community, a friend or two whom have set out upon the idea of being strong enough to have enough to offer *something* to those whom also wish to have no more than merely enough...
make sure the land is yours & throw the shitheads into the fucking snow.
they fucking need it..
nobody can convincingly pretend, unless there is real knowledge in them.
the only thing that defines whether that knowledge is a directive of existence
is if we work for it..
slackers & armchair advisers are not worth the moisture in their breath..
beware of them, because they are like a disease..
the longer they are tolerated, the more difficult they become to extinguish..
they will hold on as long as possible, & not leave their host, until it is dead...
one of the first signs of this is the assertion that their opinion is so valuable that the opinion itself is justified as work.
ain't *nobody* that valuable, & as soon as a talker says something, takes up a project & drops it, only to go about giving their enlightenment and advice on *another* project ***KICK THEIR FUCKING ASS OUT INTO THE FUCKING SNOW***
it will be good for them, if they truly love what they know.
if they do not, then they will fend as they must, believe me...
the first 2 points cannot be driven in solidly enough, until the spike & the bedrock are one & the same..
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make sure your space is yours
& do not tolerate pretenders.
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experience will yield strategies, but assuming i've ranted that message hard enough for you to question anything else i may say, i will continue..
if you cannot come across the resources you need to begin what you would ideally create, search for those whom are near where you desire.
the best houses are built of stone, & to have your place within a wall is a hugely usefull existence..
if your creativity & desire to love will only be satisfied by being as you would direct it, do not set your sight much further than the immediate instant...
do not lwt what you have built, or desire to build, become more important than what you have yearned to build it *for*..
you may never find a community..
as beautifull & just & true & real & reasonable as such a hope & dream may be,
it may only be what you can offer with what is in your hand..
i do not say this because of disbelief, at all,
but because belief must be stronger than what happens..
i dunno when the Ocean will take me, but..
hit me up, because i know some folks still trying...
peace, Sis,
jn