Today, for the first time, I feel like I can defend myself against the New Mexico weather. We’ve been at the mercy of the elements for weeks, and it has taken us to task. Now all the walls are up, the roof is on, and the wood stove is hooked up. I just about worshiped the stove this morning. It was as if I had reached back into the ancient past and connected with my primeval self, who first learned to make fire. He, too, must have had a feeling of power in being able to defend himself against the indifferent scolding hand of Mother Nature. All praise to the Sun, and all honor to the eternal burning fires.
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