Everything seems to have its own spirit. Plants, insects, rocks even the firewood. This hut also has a spirit, a different kind, one that has been nourished by the thoughts of previous hermits. This hut-spirit tends the local mice and the chipmunks. It sets tasks for the human beings who spend their time here. I was moved to, fix a window, and mend other odds and ends. This spirit also has a splendid sense of humor. I like it very much.