After my 5th winter here in the yurt, I seem to have built up a strange tolerance to the cold. I first remember when the yurt was built in May 2005, I would wake in the morning, put on my fleece, wool socks and hat, then would venture out for a walk with Luna in the cool spring air. For some reason, it was always colder in the yurt than it was outside. Now, 5 years later, even though it's the dead of winter with a wind chill of -20 degrees, the inside of my little abode sits comfortably at 15 degrees. I'm sure this is quite cold for most, and in my first year it was mind numbing for me. But I now truly enjoy waking in the morning and placing my bed warmed toes on the cold hardwood floor, to walk the three steps to the woodstove to throw on another log. I guess I've just grown accustomed to the cold and now actually feel like I'm truly living and feeling my actual climate. Not the synthetic one I use to know all too well, "I'm chilly, well turn up the thermostat", "I'm hot, well crank up the AC". I now truly feel alive and thankful for this experience, how blessed am I to have the time to look inside and grow as a person. When many in this world never have that chance, they are in survival mode each and every day. I am truly blessed and extremely grateful for having this chance to grow. Thank you.

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