Chapter One
"Dear Kody, you are the most wonderful boy there ever could be. Life goes in many directions, son, and the most important thing in life is to keep moving forward. If you had the chance to grow older in this life, you would see the many wonderful green, purple and oranges of the world. You would also find a mess of anger, pain, and emptinesses. No mater what kody there is a past of things, and there were a lot of changes and additions to life. And your life started way before you were here with me, your dad."
Love is most powerful,
but so is the feeling of loss.
Loss ... the word in itself is like a dull emptiness. A full emotion set there so you can feel yourself, as if to remind you that your still here. Yet the blank spot burns too; the feeling sits in the pit of your belly and lures questions of what to do or where to go from here.
Artimus Dakota Hammel, Born December 28th 2005 in a small town that to me didn't mean much. Milledgeville sat in the center of the southern part of Georgia. Milledgeville is not a wonderful place at times, however; the college life there bloomed, and if, 'only if', you knew the right people, would the people get along with you, otherwise you didn't exist. There is a stereo type running
wild about how the Southerners' are 'sooo friendly', but in truth, that would be fiction... sometimes.
Things weren't so bad when I first arrived in GA. In that moment of August 2008, my life was never the same again. This seems to happen quite a bit, sometimes very annoying, and sometimes it has been for the better, but this story that lead to you being here Artimus, began much further back then Milledgeville, Ga.
Before Georgia, I spent the majority of time traveling up and down the west coast, never once having the thought of going to the southern part of the United States. Some ask why I end up where I am, most times even I don't know. The word destination Can be an unknown entity, for I was a young 23 year old
learning reality again, and didn't quite know what to do with myself just yet.
Now ... before reaching Georgia, I found the most beautiful woman named Becky in a wonderful place called Ashland, Oregon. There I think I had an excellent time, especially after becoming one with Becky. We were together for 11 months.
I can't tell you all the times I have tried to do something and failed. In Ashland, we tried to start a commune. We gathered 4 of us, and went deep into the Pacific Crest Trail, there we set camp, and for a few days and nights everything went like it was supposed to. We hitch-hiked to the south together with our 2 dogs, Puck and Speck. It was a planned travel at that point, and by her choice because I had picked the last place, she found A commune over the internet called Salamander Springs. An Awesome place to be, one of the best ones I've been to. Becky and I learned a lot there.
Things like 'how to grow your own food' 'how to build things like teepees, houses, damns, water cisterns and a lot more then that. Pretty intense training if you ask me, other then the bugs and cockroaches of Georgia, I did like it there. While we were there we built a 9,000 gallon water cistern tank that was on the rear-side on Bob's self-built house. Bob who was in charge of the commune, was an interesting person, even though we didn't quite see eye to eye in the way things should be dealt with; but with respect, we worked together and he knew what he was doing.
but so is the feeling of loss.
Loss ... the word in itself is like a dull emptiness. A full emotion set there so you can feel yourself, as if to remind you that your still here. Yet the blank spot burns too; the feeling sits in the pit of your belly and lures questions of what to do or where to go from here.
Artimus Dakota Hammel, Born December 28th 2005 in a small town that to me didn't mean much. Milledgeville sat in the center of the southern part of Georgia. Milledgeville is not a wonderful place at times, however; the college life there bloomed, and if, 'only if', you knew the right people, would the people get along with you, otherwise you didn't exist. There is a stereo type running
wild about how the Southerners' are 'sooo friendly', but in truth, that would be fiction... sometimes.
Things weren't so bad when I first arrived in GA. In that moment of August 2008, my life was never the same again. This seems to happen quite a bit, sometimes very annoying, and sometimes it has been for the better, but this story that lead to you being here Artimus, began much further back then Milledgeville, Ga.
Before Georgia, I spent the majority of time traveling up and down the west coast, never once having the thought of going to the southern part of the United States. Some ask why I end up where I am, most times even I don't know. The word destination Can be an unknown entity, for I was a young 23 year old
learning reality again, and didn't quite know what to do with myself just yet.
Now ... before reaching Georgia, I found the most beautiful woman named Becky in a wonderful place called Ashland, Oregon. There I think I had an excellent time, especially after becoming one with Becky. We were together for 11 months.
I can't tell you all the times I have tried to do something and failed. In Ashland, we tried to start a commune. We gathered 4 of us, and went deep into the Pacific Crest Trail, there we set camp, and for a few days and nights everything went like it was supposed to. We hitch-hiked to the south together with our 2 dogs, Puck and Speck. It was a planned travel at that point, and by her choice because I had picked the last place, she found A commune over the internet called Salamander Springs. An Awesome place to be, one of the best ones I've been to. Becky and I learned a lot there.
Things like 'how to grow your own food' 'how to build things like teepees, houses, damns, water cisterns and a lot more then that. Pretty intense training if you ask me, other then the bugs and cockroaches of Georgia, I did like it there. While we were there we built a 9,000 gallon water cistern tank that was on the rear-side on Bob's self-built house. Bob who was in charge of the commune, was an interesting person, even though we didn't quite see eye to eye in the way things should be dealt with; but with respect, we worked together and he knew what he was doing.
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