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Follow me through a journey into self and partake in the many trials and tribulations of yurt life completely off the grid. This life that I've chosen is a frugal life learning as I go. I've learned that trusting my heart and spending time listening to the land is the best way to learn. We spend our lives trying to figure out how we can fit nature into our lives when we should be walking humbled into nature to ask how we can fit in with her.

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Written by David Masters   
Friday, 31 January 2014 17:18

Written in the Spring 2013

“You’re looking pretty tired girl”, I said to Luna as we walked into the forest.  It saddens me to see my friend fall prey to the sands of time.  Tonight as I gathered sap, I looked back to see her head buried deep in the pail lapping up as much of the sweet sap as she could.  Every day I to drink in the fresh sap from the tree, acting on an age old tradition and belive that as I drink from the land, I’m drinking in all the health and vitality of the forest.  The sap replaces minerals in our bodies that are lacking at this time of year.  Maybe she was just tired and had a hard time getting going, but I was stunned to see her not only 10 minutes later running past me on my trail looking more spry than I had seen her in days.  To that I say,  “Drink in the health of spring my girl, and may the knowledge of the forest live in you and you within the forest.”

Luna passed on June 25th 2013.  

Thank you ALL for your amazing love and support during that time.  Luna helped to guide me onto this path when I started Lunatic Adventures Inc 12 years ago, then again with The LUNA Project 6 years ago. 

Luna has now guided me to a new trail to discover an even greater journey.  Undoubtedly she will continue along hers, touching new souls along the way.

A new moon is on the rise!!

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Last Updated on Friday, 31 January 2014 17:33
Frailty PDF Print E-mail
Written by David Masters   
Wednesday, 22 January 2014 02:19

Low in the embrace of an over sized leather chair, tattered from years of rest and contemplation. I sit wrapped in a lovingly made quilt, with my feet up staring blankly into the depths of my wood stove. Another -25 degree January night presses hard on the outer walls of my humble home. While on the inside a war is waged to keep temperatures to a point where I can't see my breath. This continual battle seems to ware on my tired body, ever so slowly eroding my mental sanity. 'Nine winters' I think to myself. 'How has it been nine winters already?' I seem to be coming increasingly less tolerant of what this harsh season unleashes, year after tireless year.

As I sit and ponder my solitude, the howl of a lone coyote breaks the calm night air, trees begin to 'pop' as the temperatures dip. The night songs are soon accompanied by the deep echoing calls of the Great Horned Owls...'Who's awake? Me too!! Who's awake? Me too!!'

My mind drifts suddenly to the tiny mouse, the cheerful Chickadees, turtles and frogs frozen deep under the the pond. How do they do it? How do they cope with such extremes, such isolation, such hardships? Yet, as I ponder these thoughts I realize that they, the inhabitants of our wild spaces know no other way, they have no other home, to them, there is no other existence. You must prepare for the hard times ahead, insulate your nest for warmth, prepare your winter food to see you though, be patient and exercise stillness, and be thankful for the blessings you've been given.

With these thoughts, I realize that it is I who is frail, not the tiny mouse. I knew heading into this winter that I wasn't fully prepared for the season ahead. But, in knowing my weakness is the best way to prepare for a sometimes difficult road. As I sit here writing this, I'm feeling a deeper more satisfying warmth from my stove and an acceptance of my ultimate fate. After all, I am here because I wish to be, not because I have to be. I have fully chosen this way of life, and although it may seem difficult at times, it's been the most direct path to the very deepest parts of my soul.

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Last Updated on Wednesday, 22 January 2014 02:45
A simple change of priorities PDF Print E-mail
Written by David Masters   
Thursday, 28 March 2013 16:07
Six years ago when we made the decision to close 4 acres of farm field from "cash crop" production at LUNA, we really had no idea of it's true potential...until now.
This spring, we made the offer of "land shares" for new farmers, and have been amazed with the positive response. We currently have allocated two 1/2 acre garden plots for budding farmers to grow food for their families and local markets. Plus...12 sheep will be coming to the new pastures and we've have finally ended the long rein of cash cropping for the remaining acreage.
From "cash crops" to sustainable foods, and sustainable living...both working together to create sustainable communities. A simple change of priorities is the best way to walk into the future.
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Last Updated on Thursday, 28 March 2013 16:21
Happiness... PDF Print E-mail
Written by David Masters   
Tuesday, 08 January 2013 01:15

What brings you happiness?  Is it that perfect vacation on a beach? The first time behind the wheel of your new car?  Seeing a smile on your child's face Christmas morning? Or is it climbing into bed wrapped in freshly washed sheets?  There are so many simple things in this world that can bring joy and happiness to our lives, it's almost impossible to pick one single thing.

I've always thought that working to become 100% self sufficient, while continually improving the land around me would bring me the ultimate in happiness. However lately, after completing a host of comfort renovations to my home, I've been feeling that having someone in my life to share it all with and a family of my own would be the greatest happiness.  Watching my friends with their families, and the simple joys they share together causes me to wonder what I'm missing...have I chosen the right path?

In writing this and thinking, I belive that true happiness must come from deep within you. No other one person or thing can bring you that pure happiness.  You have to nurture the seed deep within your heart and soul.  In the path of life, each and every day should be filled with happiness; the journey itself, your accomplishments and your actions should all reflect your inner happiness.

For now, this journey has awarded me immeasurable amounts of joy and happines, but, it has also been intermingled with pain, sorrow and struggle.  I don't know what the future will hold.  There's always a great balance in life, and I suppose the most important thing is to enjoy your own personal journey.  Whether its on road paved with gold, or a road filled with potholes, it's still a road with beautiful sites along the way.  So enjoy the drive while you can, before someone hands you some adult diapers and a walker and says you're no longer allowed to drive!!


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Last Updated on Wednesday, 13 February 2013 19:47
Feather, Fur and Fin PDF Print E-mail
Written by David Masters   
Friday, 14 December 2012 00:33

The hands down best part of my day, is witnessing firsthand how quickly nature responds when you give it space and freedom. 

Closing almost 30 acres of heavily tilled farm fields to create wetlands, meadows, pastures, grassed waterways, reforestation zones and wildlife corridors, has been the best thing I've ever done.  I'm watching life return and flourishing in ways I never expected.

Tonight, on my drive home from the office.  I followed the dirt road through the middle of he property.  Every corner, every crest over ever hill revealed a new life...9 deer and 3 rabbits illuminated by my headlights.  Some wait motionless as I pass as others run from my approach.  I could only imagine all the other little creatures I didn't see of "Feather, Fur, and Fin" (coined by musician Danny Michel).

Special thanks to Brant Resources Stewardship Network, Grand River Conservation Authority, MNR Jr. Rangers, and the countless volunteers and school children who graciously donated their time, love and resources to give nature here at LUNA a HUGE helping hand.

On behalf of myself all my foresest dweller friends...Thank you!!  Nature is on the comeback my friends...look out.



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The little things PDF Print E-mail
Written by David Masters   
Sunday, 09 December 2012 17:57

Sitting here this morning, i reach back from my kitchen stool to grab the water jug from the counter.  Moving over to the sink, I turn the tap and out flows the clear cool life giving liquid that has eluded my taps for 8 years now. See, I've always had a problem pumping and storing water here at the yurt, especially during the winter months.  Most of us don't think twice when we turn on the tap to wash our hands, fill the kettle or flush our waste down the toilet.  For me...that would be a luxury to have here at LUNA, and now with much hard work and planning...the water is now flowing.

Recently I've been renovating my yurt, building walls, closets, a loft, larger bathroom, all to improve the comfort of my once simple abode.  This past week, I insulated a 1000 litre water catchment tank under the yurt, placed a 35 gallon water tank in the new loft, installed a bathroom sink, kitchen sink, now today...a claw foot bathtub.  The trick was, how to move the water from the catchment tank, to the inside gravity tank?  Not being a plumber and not wanting to use my precious solar energy to run water pumps, I purchased a Guzzler hand pump to manually pump water from point A to point B.  From the loft, gravetiy now takes care of the rest.  A small Sureflo pump from the gravity tank pumps and pressurizes water to hot water heater for the tub only.  Simplicity at its best.  I still don't have hot water in my sinks...but who needs it.  Throw a pot of water on the woodstove, and voila, hot water.  

All I care now, is that this is the first time in 8 years I've been able to brush my teeth and wash my hands at a bathroom sink in the yurt.  Sure, I may have had it sooner if I paid someone to figure it out for me.  But building everything here at LUNA slowly, deliberatly, has been the most rewarding thing I think I've ever done.


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Wolf Lake Temagami PDF Print E-mail
Written by David Masters   
Saturday, 01 September 2012 14:56

It seems that in our society today, if we want to protect our wilderness from the exploitation of its resources, we feel the desire to share it with as many people as possible to sing it's beauty.  We do this through word of mouth, media, and social networking sites.  I've heard the argument many times before, "if we don't use it, we'll lose it".  The saddening part of this is, that the more we "advertise" an area, canoe route, hiking trail, point of interest, it seems to quickly fall prey to an onslaught of thousands of revelers who want to see it for themselves.  What tends to happen is that the area needing our protection, gets abused and overrun by revellers who in their own right want to do the right thing.

This is the case, as I see it, with Wolf Lake in Temagami.  I can't tell you how saddened I was when I drove north this past weekend with clients, for a canoe trip to a place which I've visited dozens of times over the years.  On the drive into the boat launch, the massive amounts of logging that have been taking place recently, has stripped the land of all of its precious energy and life.  Granted, when you further your drive and arrive to put your canoe on the water, the "view" from here is still magnificent and untouched.  After paddling down the lake, we arrived at our portage, I thought I would try my luck at the second only barefoot portage I've done.  Truly wanting to "feel" the land beneath my feet.  Getting to the end of the second portage, yet again my eyes were filled with sadness and my heart filled with anger.  Fire pits, charred wood, beer cans, tampons, toilet paper, water bottles, human waste, broken glass...the list goes on.  Even when we arrived for a shore lunch on Wolf Lake there was a beer can floating by shore.  All of us, including clients, young children, and guides, dawned rubber gloves and cleaned up all we could see.  This involved moving or destroying fire pits, and the removal of almost a full barrel of garbage.

I feel that when we want to protect something, we need not just look at the area in which we feel needs to be protected, but we need to look a little closer to home.  What good is Wolf Lake as a protected area, if all the forest and land around it is destroyed.  Just drive south from Temagami and feel the energy change when you arrive back into the city.  It's because the natural energy has shifted and we've lost touch with nature.  That's why we drive all the way to Wolf see what the wilderness use to look like.

We all need to work together to protect what lays right beneath our feet in our own backyards, or all we'll be left standing on is a small piece of protected land surrounded by destruction.


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Last Updated on Saturday, 01 September 2012 14:59
Fading Light... PDF Print E-mail
Written by David Masters   
Wednesday, 25 July 2012 01:36

My BBM chimes as a note appears, "just wanted to let you know Sean passed away this morning".  I sit dumfounded in my truck in the middle of a Soybean field.  Sitting, mind blank, watching the leaves cast green waves upon the hills as the north wind rolls silently across the farm.  Sitting...speachless...

Movement suddenly catches my eye as a young male deer glides into the field as the sun slowly sets behind him. Sitting...watching...I drink in this precious gift.  Brim with contentment, the buck returns to the safety of the darkening forest.  Sitting...I ponder.
Soon approaching home, I walk towards the yurt as my steps create excitment in the forest, another deer gracefully bounds away.   Standing...watching, I drink in this precious gift.  Mosquitos buzzand bite with a fury, I dare not move to cause her stress, she's just beginning to relax again.  Standing...I endure the pain, she calms and continues to feed as I slowly back away.

Entering the yurt, the smallest of creatures lay still on my floor.  Breathless, motionless, it's life force gone. Kneeling...I pay my respect.  A mouse without a mother, in desperate search of food and love.  Hunger pulling it from the false security of it's empty nest...till it's light extingushed beside my bed.  Kneeling...i pay me respect.  I'll say a few now meaningless words and apologize to the child of a mother I selfishly laid to rest just a few days before.
Life is fleeting, fragile, and hard.  Big and small, we're all walking the same path.  Respect for all the living, and respect for all we've lost. Walk gently my friends, as we all walk together.
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 25 July 2012 17:30
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