Yes, it’s true. I live in a yurt.
Right here in the middle of Bend, Oregon, since July of this year. I had so many trepidations moving into the colder months — as you may know, it snows here quite a bit. Sub-freezing temperatures and big storms are commonplace, and the winter can be LONG! But thanks to a trusty little (blue!) Vermont Castings wood stove, some heavy velvet curtains, and a good store of firewood, this winter has turned out to be just about the coziest ever.
There is nothing like living in a circular space — a space that brings me back to my center every time I enter it. Have you ever played with a pendulum? If you hold a pendulum in the center of the yurt,
right underneath the clear plexiglass bubble dome, it begins to spin… and spin… and spin, with a force I’ve never witnessed before, anywhere. The first time I happened upon this phenomenon, the pendulum flew right out of my hand and skittered across the floor. Whoa! Energy moves in here in a powerful, powerful way. It’s a great place to meditate, to practice yoga, to sing (awesome reverberating acoustics), and to play music. It’s a great place to sleep, to dream, to live.
My cat, Ranger, loves it in here. He’s more at home here than anywhere else we’ve lived in the last three years. Our front door opens up right on to a beautiful circular garden, and the back gate opens on to a quiet alley, so he’s got plenty of room to roam. And nothing cozies up a space quite like a cat napping near a crackling fire.
Connected to the elements, connected to the land. It is such a blessing to feel connected to forces larger than myself every time I walk into the garden, and every time I walk into my home.