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"EVERY FORM OF REFUGE HAS ITS PRICE"the Eagles... "AND IT'S REWARDS"...the Me. As a turtle carries its shell-its home and on its back-it is at home where ever it is-And so am I-a planetary citizen with the stars as my night time curtains and the sunshine as my wall paper for the day. Indigent,transient,nomadic I find it necessary to utilize plan A, plan B, plan C, and move my tee-pee as necessary. HOME is a circle of love, security, stability, and nurturing. This is created within the heart and not a structure. Wise to the cycles and in harmony with nature-creation of private scared space is possible-in a tent,a car,a van,a school bus,camper,apartment, castle,or cardboard box. I like riverside best lakeside least. Next; mountain, forest, desert,swamp- no experience on oceans. I cradle my spirit in the hands of my creator and trust and watch and play. Each geographical location provides and in the attitude of gratitude- I find food, medicine, utensils, and lodge supplies for all that I need I already have and all else is a matter of choice, and I make my choices in good health for the mutual benefit of all of my relations and respect my gifts. I leave a place the way I want my next place to be and I am shown courtesy from the universe by my efforts being rewarded. Sometimes I cannot provide immediate retroprosity in energy exchange, thus I take more than I give. Nothing is free and this knowing allows a deferment of the debt not an absolution of the dept and in time the right situtation will be placed on my path to pay which I owe. My children do not appreciate or approve of mobility,flexibility,adaptability. They are young and do not yet understand that portability is a key to survival and strength. The innoculation of change broadens the experience and in experience power evolves a well rounded person. I can go anywhere and I am at home. Why-Because the kids have all grown up now old man. With what will you fight me with now? What whepons will you choose? Will harsh words be your decapitator or just a two edge swoard? Will you say that I'm old and ugly, or just out of my goard? Could it be that with yourself you are just plain board? So,I don't like a house until the spiders move in. For then I know that I've got a friend who will weave her web over windows and doors-There, she, will be on guard- and from my dreams and dwelling the enemy is barred. No evil to my house will come in, unless her web has captured them. But my best friends in my house are batteries.