Last Summer I slept for a week in a tipi. Learning the skills to construct these Native American Indian ‘houses’ involved collecting appropriately sized spruce poles, chopping off the stumps of the branches, and stripping the bark using a draw-knife in long sweeping movements.
Sheepskin rugs were my bed and a parafin lamp was my light. A fire could be lit inside if needed. I imagined how all the family would live and sleep together in this natural hand-made shelter, living communally off the land in peace and in harmony with nature.
A hand-made gesture of kind thought and intention, a greeting from one to another, to give thanks and love, while acknowledging the ways of the past, and those who had a deeper understanding of nature.