Turtle Tank
Bio
I am a hardwood millwright and architechtural designer living off the grid on the side of a mountain in Tennessee. I am here to learn and teach (but mostly learn) using the many lifetimes of experience and wisdom to be found in our visions.
Stories (4/0)
Culture Shock
Culture shock can be painful, embarrassing, or even deadly. What is killing me is the simple fact that it is even a thing anymore. I have experienced it myself, and have even feared for my own life from it. With the tools I have available to me now, I am embarrassed to say that I ever even felt such a way. The only reason for shock is an intolerance to another culture, and a forgetfullness that we are also human and animal and of the same Earth. It comes from a feeling that the ideas and values of that culture are threatening to our own. We who have the tools also have the duty to educate ourselves about any culture we should interact with enough so as not to be shocked by any interactions and also honor as much of thier heritage (much of which we likely share) as necessary to be respectful.
By Turtle Tank3 years ago in Confessions
Skin and Skins
This morning there is a very bright, but waning, moon and clear skies and the sun is in its twilight rising. The forest is brilliantly bathed in a supernatural blue light and, though there is still a chill on the air, the earth is breathing its life to us and envigorating us. The smell and sounds of the waking forest are wonderful. My ecstatic little wife is dancing and prancing about camp behind the 1980 F250 which has become our refuge while we work and pay our remote land and home. She wears no shoes and nothing but her favorite tie-dye shirt if she can.
By Turtle Tank3 years ago in Earth
The Day I Got Thrown The Chair
JD is a consummate professional. By the time I began training with him he had already trained naval rescue swimmers for over 20 years. His wife is a former coach of the New Zealand Olympic swim team. He had once nearly failed inspection in Hawaii. A young man had succumbed to a shallow water blackout, which is very common during the early phases of hypoxic drills in preparation for free dive training. The revival is usually simple.
By Turtle Tank3 years ago in Motivation
The Strangest of Faces in the Strangest of Places
The young boy studied high white ridges overlooking rust orange valleys alll whipped into incandescent fury by the harsh rushing Wyoming wind and a caring touch here and there. The silver slivers slicing the tiny dome mirrored those of the infinite dome of a moonless sky overhead. A crimson ember pushed its way through the charred end of the poker-stick. Everything else was dark- dark as only the pure wilderness can be- and frigid, but in this spot there was light- and Life.
By Turtle Tank3 years ago in Humans
