Dont worry: she's almost dead (my mother-in-law so I'm allowed to say that). She also saves old greeting card fronts and cuts them up in a haphazard way to repurpose them as gift tags. Don't forget all the fucking flat boxes no one uses anymore but by God, they will be saved!
I practice some of it in my backyard with local wood and materials, and sometimes while off-trail camping. I'll admit, having forested farmland all around me helps immensely.
I was always concerned about restriction and urination, so thank you for replying. I'm loving the idea of getting something basic and adjustable, then moving to a better one when I find a comfortable fit. I wasn't sure how long you can wear them, then you tell me days and weeks? I'm now actively shopping for one.
I want a new gameshow where two contestants say the most unbelievable shit to each other until the other has no retort. First episode is Trump and Putin.
Don't get much cheaper than bushcraft/primitive survival! The materials are everywhere. A primitive stone knife is my next project: get a nice piece of flint from a river bed, a decent hammer stone, a few other simple items, and start knapping. It's amazing how sharp a piece of stone can get! Or, build a fire, expand it to a mud kiln and fire some earthware pottery you just worked from the land. Reclaim some dead timber and build a small cabin. Collect various grasses and make a basket. And, start a fire via friction. Learn how we did it thousands of years ago.
Well, now you've piqued my curiosity. Show me a good starter model for someone new to cages (I've always wanted to try one). I'm sure my wife would love seeing me restrained.
Zazen driving while employing wuwei is how I drive. To be honest, if you can master wuwei, it might start looking like UI. It will become less about the destination and more about the driving itself. When you're centered in this way, you're not stressed, emotional, or erratic in response. Then driving isn't a battle; it's a dance.
A time when? How about every fucking year. Not observing Christmas or other human holidays. It's inconvenient because everyone else becomes temporarily insane, which in turn causes my existential depression to give rise to ye ol' seasonal depression. I don't even celebrate my birthday, as it just reminds me I'm one year closer to never achieving my goals before I die a miserable death.
No, but she's got a collection of takeout containers to store the leftovers of everyone in a 5 mile radius.