I never realized that blogging would impact me this way. I have lost another blogger. Oh, he
His independence of spirit and willingness to live his beliefs and his interesting photographs were the things that drew me to reading his blog. After retirement from being a Postman, he lived in the mountains of Southern California in a tiny house. He and his wife, a lovely bird-like creature, once a model, sold their car and made do with bicycles to get to the local train station on infrequent shopping and visiting trips. They belonged to food cooperatives, grew much of their own food, and for the most part lived off the land. He valued independence from society as most hippies do and was hard on those who did not treat nature with respect. He was wary of any big brother interference in his life and raised his children by the strict standards he set for himself.
He and his wife had recently moved down to the plains for a brief period to help his mother with her house. Then, after that, he blogged less. And then, on January 22, he disappeared from this earth.
Being the self-reliant guy he was, he left no indication he was having health problems and I do not know how Peggy, his wife, is coping and whether she will be able to stay in the home she loved so much. They were a loving couple clearly happy in this end of life living so close to the earth. I would never have known what happened to him had not his son, in pain, posted a brief epitaph. If you want to know more about him and his life style go here.
This blogging is not for the weak of heart nor the loner without a family shoulder to rest on. It will grab you and shake you to your core and cause you to question your values and ideas and take a long hard look at your life. When I began blogging it was all about putting into the ether sphere questions and feelings and events of my life...but then the great out there began to impact me back. Who knew?