When I first landed here on on the eclectic island of Salt Spring in beautiful BC Canada, I was blessed to be fortunate enough to have my sister Grace’s lovely property to call home. Down the hill from her quaint home, tucked away in a sweet little meadow is an authentic Mongolian yurt. If you aren’t familiar with what a it is, a yurt – called Ger by the Mongols – is the traditional dwelling of nomadic families in Mongolia.
There is something deeply humbling about living in a yurt. You are sheltered from the elements, yet at one with mother nature. When the trees creak, it feels like you are in the forest the middle of a forest. When the wind blows, you can feel the yurt standing its ground while gently shifting. When it rains, the droplets of water hitting the surface of the yurt sound like tiny beating drums. I stayed in the yurt over the past couple of months, but on Jan 3rd I moved into a lovely 2-bedroom cottage near the ocean.
Below is a picture of the exterior of the yurt, me walking down the pathway from my sister, Grace’s home to the yurt, and one of me in the yurt: