Saturday, May 18, 2013
We are in the final stages of turning our property
into a land trust, one step at a time. it's incredibly
complicated, and expensive, and permanent.
The language is new, and slowly becoming familiar,
as are the rules, the boundaries, and our own sense
of what we want for the future of this place. The process
has forced us to think about what we see this place
becoming, and how we can best preserve that.
Without ever discussing it in so many words,
we have still both had the same sense of a mutual
goal. That in itself is fairly rare and kinda neat.
In the meantime we've met some good people who
have our interests and theirs at heart, since the land
is what keeps us here and the land is what connects
us to them. We have, in other words, a common
And now that we're approaching the reality of
turning this land over to other people--even though we
will be living here (with any luck) for many years more,
we will be in a role I have always seen us in, as true caretakers
for the land, responsible for following the rules we've set
up for later users. In a way that's difficult. We've always
gone our own way; now we have to share, and every step
will be toward a common and personal goal.
A strange place, indeed, to be in. On the inside looking
out at ourselves looking back. A kind of moebius mirror.
Posted by mittens at 8:53 AM