I have long felt that life is like a series of links in a chain. You might be driving down the road and you hear a song on the radio, or see a picture, and you feel a memory,…. something that reminds you of a different time and place than where you are right now. You reflect. The memories you consider remind you of a totally different place in your life. Perhaps you lived in a different place. Perhaps you were surrounded by different people. Perhaps a different job or completely different friends. You recognize those memories were constructed like frozen moments in time. They become individual links in the chain in your life. (more…)

From the Rag Tag crew behind the scenes….

We Wish You A Happy and Joyous New Year

WeeWeed, Ad Rem, Tilda, Sharon, Patriot Dreamer, Ytz4Me, Stella, Menagerie and Sundance

Jordan, in response to your comment here I’m going to attempt to share something that I really suck at explaining.   It is hard to find the correct assembly of words and put them in the correct order to make sense of, well, “it”.   So I’m feebly going to drop back to my fallback position of an analogy in a fumbling attempt to explain, and perhaps in a larger sense put some perspective on this place we call the TreeHouse – The Last Refuge.

Think of current considerations like being inside a massive warehouse constructed as a pitch black maze.   Within the confinement of the maze there is no light to afford any person perspective in relation to their environment.

Total darkness, total silence, and the incapacity for general use of any inherent sense: sight, sound, touch, smell, taste, are all useless.   The only sense that works is the instinctive sense that none, or at least few, of us have spent any time perfecting.   It is exceptionally unnerving and disconcerting this place we find ourselves. (more…)