Some rhythms, patterns, and observations
Sept 2 2014... My direct experience with Shift Bristol (http://www.shiftbristol.org.uk) began
Sept 2 2015... My second day as a QVS floating teacher at Kindezi
July 23 2015... The shift Bristol course ended
August 23 2015... The orientation for QVS started
July 31 2015... Full moon and first full day in America in a while
August 29 2015... (Looked) full moon and my first full day living in Atlanta
...I like that. Life feels right, challenging, and on my path xxx
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Kindezi beginning
I write this as a free spirit at heart, a young me with a Monday through Friday 9-5, and a commitment to community...
I woke up before the sun and the shadows guided me in my unfamiliar commute to my new routine As soon as I had my back to the outside and very few windows in sight a different world became my reality, until the end of the day when I retraced the same route in the other side of the road, this time with strangers, sweat, and litter accompanying me.
Snig bits from an email I sent to a dear friend...
...I miss the familiar systems we had and how much truth and love they contained, whether laughing together or slowly making it through another hard day.
I woke up before the sun and the shadows guided me in my unfamiliar commute to my new routine As soon as I had my back to the outside and very few windows in sight a different world became my reality, until the end of the day when I retraced the same route in the other side of the road, this time with strangers, sweat, and litter accompanying me.
(Sept 1 2015)
Kid Zee
poetry from a man called Ticket
cold bones, warm heart,
Speaking of a pace to rest his clay.
Wanting to share and care,
in order to receive.
Kee is how I introduced myself.
A stranger for now,
a friend to become --
if that is how the cards are delt.
...I miss the familiar systems we had and how much truth and love they contained, whether laughing together or slowly making it through another hard day.
...I want to be aware of staying strong in my passion and truth even while learning to swim in these new waters.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Faery dust
Well a year has past and as with many things some dust has gathered in some areas while others are sparkling with excitement and growth.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Many words could fall into place here, but, as I have so often done lately, I am not going to mark them down but allow them to dance in my head as I do whatever I do. I am about to flop in the mezinine and watch Chocolat (even though it is half 11 on Sunday night). I may sleep in there the whole night or I may walk up to the caravan in the woods and join Jo. Tomorrow is Monday but I have off so I have different sort of options. Callum has off as well, we may go on an adventure together. I would like that, but also I am not stuck on that. While I am the type of person that does like to have a little bit of a plan, right now, I am ok with going to be not knowing what my tomorrow may contain - which is a very relistic way of letting life fall into place as it were.
Time for Chocolat and what ever comes next.
In short - what I have to say is life is good.
Time for Chocolat and what ever comes next.
In short - what I have to say is life is good.
Embercombe moments late Feb - late March.
Ella, Grandad Billy, and I after a special dinner.
Bristol
ay, the first walk up the hill of the side entrance. Felt good!
Hm! Kitchen time with Jana
taken by Jana.
Laughing Germans whom I love and care for
AnnaBi and I around the fire
taken by Jana
Jana and I on the open day with out faces painted and out eyes beaming with joy and love.
Ruth, me, Jonathan, Jana, Cara, Rachel, and Jen at the Open Day. A mesh of happy people on a
beautiful day
Eryc, Callum, me, and (rosey cheeked) Ole, dancing in the compost loo :)
Jana
Daniel, Eamon, and Mick during Jo's caravan warming party.
A glimpse of a beautiful moment
an envilope with words of love that brought streams of tears and joy into my world, tucked in my welly boot
appreciating the envilope and its contents. What a special thing
the beginning of a lovely relazing day of reading, not tracking time, fasting, and really doing what I felt drawn to do in life with my current resources and options. A day for the books.
Oh Embercombe. :)
Louisa and \Adam talking while Robby, Daniel (RI Dan), Tammy, Rachel, and (site apprentice) Jim said good bye, good night, and thank you to the sun as it set.
small and important
the last sunrise from Guilford for a while.
The lake
a good bunch of people that I love a lot
One of Tiny Dancers lambs
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Reality of now
I just now remembered that this blog is. It is a story, a tracker, a processor, a rememberer, an message, a connector, and a lot of other this. Right now, figured when I have unlimited time and internet access, pictures do not want to download but words I can do.
A lot has ah appended since the last post but wht is not jotted down here is not, still happened, but is not part of this..l maybe one day, maybe not.
Anyway... Welcome back to the blog and certain parts of my story. While there is an ending to the next 6 months I am not sure what to call it. There is always an ending. Everything is temporary, though some are more re temporary than others. I like this exploring, living, being real, struggling, tasting life, and trusting. There are things to do, some of which I am excited about and some that I am less excited about, but that is ok. I am ok! And happy to be able to say that.
Here are some words I wrote earlier today.
Blog post
I am currently in buckfastleigh, a little town just outside of totnes, staying with Jane. Her room smells of sweet fire smoke from her buckskin and dehydrated wild mushrooms.
I have a hot war bottle against me to warm me. It is not cold cold but my bones are cold. Last night I slept on a full length sheep pelt. It was amazing, so cozy and warm and made it feel like I was floating.
The night before I slept on a boat in Bristol we cara and the night before that I slept on the floor of a studio home win forest row. Where I wake up and how I fall asleep is pretty important to me. It shapes my days and makes things hard and or fills me with joy.
I am so glad I am doing what I am doing but already I was so grateful for a bed, a place that I could relax without needing to keep half an eye on my bag and fiddle, and somewhere where I could do laundry.
I had neat interactions yesterday. I spent what felt like a good amount of time along the side of the road wi my thumb out. Although I did get cold and hungry and the sun was setting pretty quickly I found myself laughing to myself and singing my heart out.
..careful what up wish for, cause you just might get it all... Feels very applicable to this chapter in my life. I heard that song at the airport as I was sitting at the gate and letting the tears clean my cheeks.
Right now I am in a little English kitchen with just what it needs and an odd mix of canned soup and foraged dehydrated crab apples soaking in elderberry juice. Hm! On the other side of the wall I can hear Jane and her 2 band mated making music. They are recording a melody of Celtic and klezmer music. It is really nice!
Already I can feel my way of thinking changing. Tomorrow for instance I may wander around morten hampsted until the Irish session where I can he fully catch a ride to embercombe or I may busk rand totnes and get myself to embercombe from there. Time will tell and I am ok with leaving that up in the air, even though I do like plans. There is a billboard all over London and Bristol that says, 'life is better when up have a plan,' I am not sure what is for exactly, but it keeps catching my eyes.
I just had a lovely bowl of rice we leeks, and some sort of simple, salty, and delicious paste mixed in. It hit e spot and filled an open space in my stomach. This morning I had porridge with carob in it.
This is a funny spot...my head, my heart, my body, this space, this blog.
I think part of why I feel so very uprooted is I haven't had more than an hour kitchen time, where is was making something, in over a week. Borrow re leaving grandad's i made some carrot and potato soup. Already I have entered and left the world of England where builders tea is what everyone drinks. The first non English breakfast tea I had was at the studio home where James and I stayed. I had surprise tea which turned out to be the same exact type of tea I had when I was at balcombe making tea next to James in my last morning there. Cycles...! This world...!
The woman next to me when I was busking was a good reminder of how good people can be. That put me in good spirits and those good spirits brought more care and love from strangers into my life.
There is always something going on. Can choose to participate or not, that is my call and more than anything I am responsible for caring for myself. It feels good.
I will say, kind of as a disclaimer that with the iPad I am currently using for all computer things in my life is not allowing me to retread what I wrote above so all I can do is hope that there are not too many typos or confusing sections of words... Either way it feels good to be writing on this blog again. I want to remember.
A lot has ah appended since the last post but wht is not jotted down here is not, still happened, but is not part of this..l maybe one day, maybe not.
Anyway... Welcome back to the blog and certain parts of my story. While there is an ending to the next 6 months I am not sure what to call it. There is always an ending. Everything is temporary, though some are more re temporary than others. I like this exploring, living, being real, struggling, tasting life, and trusting. There are things to do, some of which I am excited about and some that I am less excited about, but that is ok. I am ok! And happy to be able to say that.
Here are some words I wrote earlier today.
Blog post
I am currently in buckfastleigh, a little town just outside of totnes, staying with Jane. Her room smells of sweet fire smoke from her buckskin and dehydrated wild mushrooms.
I have a hot war bottle against me to warm me. It is not cold cold but my bones are cold. Last night I slept on a full length sheep pelt. It was amazing, so cozy and warm and made it feel like I was floating.
The night before I slept on a boat in Bristol we cara and the night before that I slept on the floor of a studio home win forest row. Where I wake up and how I fall asleep is pretty important to me. It shapes my days and makes things hard and or fills me with joy.
I am so glad I am doing what I am doing but already I was so grateful for a bed, a place that I could relax without needing to keep half an eye on my bag and fiddle, and somewhere where I could do laundry.
I had neat interactions yesterday. I spent what felt like a good amount of time along the side of the road wi my thumb out. Although I did get cold and hungry and the sun was setting pretty quickly I found myself laughing to myself and singing my heart out.
..careful what up wish for, cause you just might get it all... Feels very applicable to this chapter in my life. I heard that song at the airport as I was sitting at the gate and letting the tears clean my cheeks.
Right now I am in a little English kitchen with just what it needs and an odd mix of canned soup and foraged dehydrated crab apples soaking in elderberry juice. Hm! On the other side of the wall I can hear Jane and her 2 band mated making music. They are recording a melody of Celtic and klezmer music. It is really nice!
Already I can feel my way of thinking changing. Tomorrow for instance I may wander around morten hampsted until the Irish session where I can he fully catch a ride to embercombe or I may busk rand totnes and get myself to embercombe from there. Time will tell and I am ok with leaving that up in the air, even though I do like plans. There is a billboard all over London and Bristol that says, 'life is better when up have a plan,' I am not sure what is for exactly, but it keeps catching my eyes.
I just had a lovely bowl of rice we leeks, and some sort of simple, salty, and delicious paste mixed in. It hit e spot and filled an open space in my stomach. This morning I had porridge with carob in it.
This is a funny spot...my head, my heart, my body, this space, this blog.
I think part of why I feel so very uprooted is I haven't had more than an hour kitchen time, where is was making something, in over a week. Borrow re leaving grandad's i made some carrot and potato soup. Already I have entered and left the world of England where builders tea is what everyone drinks. The first non English breakfast tea I had was at the studio home where James and I stayed. I had surprise tea which turned out to be the same exact type of tea I had when I was at balcombe making tea next to James in my last morning there. Cycles...! This world...!
The woman next to me when I was busking was a good reminder of how good people can be. That put me in good spirits and those good spirits brought more care and love from strangers into my life.
There is always something going on. Can choose to participate or not, that is my call and more than anything I am responsible for caring for myself. It feels good.
I will say, kind of as a disclaimer that with the iPad I am currently using for all computer things in my life is not allowing me to retread what I wrote above so all I can do is hope that there are not too many typos or confusing sections of words... Either way it feels good to be writing on this blog again. I want to remember.
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