Welcome to The Mud.
Two years ago I found myself living alone in a tent in the Turkish hills. There was no power or running water on my land. It was the beginning of an adventure that profoundly changed my beliefs about what is possible, or enjoyable. In this site I share a few of the things I learned along the way, such as:
If you want to know what the most significant stumbling block will be to creating the world of your dreams, read the post.
The Earthbag Adventure
It was my sixth month in a tent, and by then I believed I could live under canvas forever. I fell asleep each night to the sound of agama lizards foraging in the sun-warmed rocks, the call of tawny owls, and the poi-dance of fire flies beyond the mesh of my door.
Why I was living in a tent half-way up a mountain is another story, an episode I'll return to at a later date. But I can assure you, most of those who begin living permanently under canvas are pushed there, one way or another. Those troubles were now long over, however. Following a Mediterranean summer of cricket-strummed nights, I had begun to enjoy my hermetic life, an unorthodox existence with no running water or power, and a compost toilet.
One day, my neighbour and garden helper Celal peered over the wire fence at me. He was a wiry fellow with a cap, a hacking 60-cigs-a-day cough, and a smile that split his weather-worn face into a net of mirthful creases.
"You wanna make yourself a shelter quick! Winter's coming," he
I brushed off the warning. I was sure I could be a nomad forever . . . Read on.
Finally THE MUD has it's own facebook community page. Follow, comment or like at will.
It cost $5000 to build this cosy eco-home. That price includes windows, doors and labour. Here's how.
It may be true; positive thinking and a can-do attitude go a long way to helping manifest your dreams, but they're not enough. I think there's something else to making heaven here on Earth, and it came to me while swinging over the pool in that hammock.
Why don't we contract diseases when using compost from the composting toilet on the garden? (Not for the squeamish)