Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The First Half of August

So I know I have been remiss in my posting (sorry, Dad), but I am still alive and actually doing quite marvelously. Thanks for your patience, and I am proud to present... The first half of my August.

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Monday, August 1, 2011

A new month, a new datebook! I am getting to be so busy that I think I might need a bigger one. Or maybe that is a bad idea, unless it comes complete with more hours in each day!

I worked for three hours on the fence in the morning. Lyndon asked me to teach Joe and Taylor how to weave on the mountain laurel. Apparently I did a good job, because Lyndon took me aside later and asked me to take stewardship of fence management so that he could focus his energy on other things, specifically the greenhouse. Essentially, I will need to make sure that everyone knows what needs to get done and how to do it, and I should be prompting people to put some time in on the fence when they have a chance.

This whole management thing is new and strange to me. Now, the conceptualization and practice of “management” at Earthaven is much healthier and more effective than in mainstream society. In fact, the preferred term is “focalize,” which implies that one provides organization for the project and those working on it, “holds energy” for the project (makes sure that the necessary steps happen and in a timely manner), and is simply the “go to” person – the one who knows what is going on with a certain project. I think that these are all necessary functions and that having a focalizer for projects does not necessarily bring in the hierarchical structure of “management.” That said, I still feel a little out of my comfort zone being the one that everyone looks to for direction and, sometimes, the one who must give direction even when certain people are not seeking it. Luckily, I have plenty of excellent role models and people that I can ask for tips. In the meantime, I have asked everyone to bear with me while I figure out how to provide organization and hold energy gracefully (that is, without being bossy or passive-aggressive).

In the evening, I met with Arjuna, Melissa, and Pía (my nickname for Patricia) regarding Culture’s Edge, Earthaven’s educational non-profit organization. We are not for sure yet, but if we can bring back an active educational program at Earthaven, I may have a job in organization and promotion for events. I am really excited that I might just be able to make ends meet by helping educators at Earthaven get their message of sustainability and resilience to the world. Hooray for Right Livelihood!

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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

9:45pm

This morning, I continued clearing in the garden. Geeze! By the time I clear to the other side of the garden, it will be time to start on the first side again! I worked on the asparagus patch and surrounding paths today, which were quite possibly the most overgrown areas. Bed was indistinguishable from path, and the shortest weeds were waist high. Yikes! I am also discovering the tenacity of honeysuckle. Praise it for holding the topsoil in disturbed areas, but when it is time to allow for succession, it does not make a graceful exit!

When we were done in the garden, we came inside and had a garden meeting. Right now, the garden team is Patricia and I, with some help from Lyndon when he is around and aware. We had a slight disagreement about seedlings. Lyndon wants to get a whole ton started and then sell the excess. Personally, I think it will be all we can do, with two and a half people, to get some food out of the garden for Medicine Wheel. Next year, if we spend all winter planning and prepping and have enough human energy, we might begin to think about having excess. I ended up telling him that he could do whatever he wanted, but I was only taking stewardship of my three flats. I am overcommitted as it is without throwing in 500 more baby plants…

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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

So, I was starting to feel a bit stressed out today. You see, I have recently made some sizable commitments, and I was a bit worried that I might have been over-committing. I was already feeling overwhelmed and half of my commitments have not even begun! So I sat down to assess my commitments and make a plan to be able to satisfy them all, and now I feel a lot better.

My Commitments

Education: In addition to finishing off my AST, this coming semester I will be taking two classes online for UIS, Intro to Self-Directed Learning and Intro to Metaphysics and Epistemology. (I am really excited about the latter; nothing like a good philosophy course to get me all excited about learning!) Also, I will be taking the permaculture design practicum, for which I will be committing to four hours of classes every Thursday morning in September and November plus 40-60 hours worth of “homework” for the design project.

Work: I will still be working 15 hours a week as a work exchanger for Medicine Wheel, 4 hours a week in the garden (for a cheaper food bill), and 4 hours a week of community service for Earthaven. This will include my responsibilities as kitchen manager and as half the garden team. Also, I have no idea how much I will be working for the Culture’s Edge team, but I suspect that it will take a good chunk of time in the initial organization.

My Plan

Since I have so many commitments, I decided that solidifying a routine would be really helpful in mitigating my stress levels. Personally, I find the structure and reliability of a routine schedule helpful and comforting.

Thus, based on my experience of how things tend to go already, I drew up a weekly schedule for myself in which each commitment is allotted a sufficient time on specific days.

Morning

Afternoon

Evening

Monday

WEX project

WEX project / Leaps

Culture’s Edge

Tuesday

Garden

WEX project / Leaps

Wednesday

Chores / Kitchen ass’t

Day clean / Cook

Thursday

House/WEX meeting

(Practicum classes)

(Practicum classes)

School

School

Friday

Garden

WEX project / Leaps

Saturday

School

School

School

Sunday

Rest

Rest / (Council)

[Note: ( ) indicate non-permanent aspects. The permaculture practicum will be Thursdays in September and November, and council is second and fourth Sundays.]

I am going to go over that general schedule with Patricia and Lyndon and see if that works well for everyone. Even if I need to change it a bit, I do need to establish a routine. And I need to establish it NOW, before everything gets too crazy. Whew! But I do actually feel significantly better having planned and organized. I think it goes back to control. I have now reestablished the comforting illusion of having some control over the chaos and craziness of life.

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Thursday, August 4, 2011

Today was one of those days where I just got a lot accomplished. We had a productive house meeting in the morning, which is always good. I cleaned the bathrooms (my house chore), and got a carbon trash container in both, which was something I have been meaning to do for a while.

My big project today was cleaning and organizing the root cellar, which took three hours. I started with actual cleaning – scrubbing the mold off of every exposed surface, composting several containers of what might have been considered food several years ago, and sweeping out the dirt and dust and mouse nests. Then I moved into organizing, because the root cellar was as disorganized as it was dirty. There were more buckets strewn across the floor than were actually on the shelves, which actually turned out to be a blessing because I had to pull everything off of the shelves anyway. While there were plenty of labels to go around, it was surprisingly often the case that the label on the lid didn’t match the label on the side which didn’t match what was actually in the container. So for two methodical hours, I opened each bin, correctly re-labelled it, found a suitable place on the shelf for it, and changed the label on the shelf. Now, it looks great, and it is going to stay that way… or else!

Joshua, who has a habit of walking in during those really bizarre tangents in otherwise normal conversations, came through the door just as I was saying, “… so the first person to leave a bucket on the floor is going to get punched in the face!” and, of course, a thorough razzing ensued. My dear housemates never pass up an opportunity to give me hard time, so they are (of course) determined to never let me forget that I “threatened horrific violence” against them. But I endure the good-natured abuse, as I will admit that it is true – my uncontrollably indignant reactions are actually pretty funny. I am glad I have finally learned to lighten up and laugh at myself. It makes life a lot more fun.

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Sunday, August 7, 2011

Today was my very first “real” Day Off since I have been here. I did not make myself do anything. I did not let anyone else ask me to do anything. My mantra was, “Today is my Day Off. I will see to it tomorrow.” So I did not have to do a damn thing that I did not want to do. It was FANTASTIC. It is SO necessary to have a real, widely known and recognized Day Off in order to remain sane amidst the sea of activities and responsibilities. I am really glad that I have reserved Sundays as my Day Off, and I am going to protect and defend them with my life.

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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Tuesday was really lovely. Steven, Nathaniel, and I drove to a little organic farm somewhere north of Asheville to work trade for some food. The weather was absolutely perfect – warm and very breezy with periods of sun and clouds – and the farm was in a flat, clear cut valley with a spectacular view of the surrounding mountains.

It was a pretty relaxed day overall. We started the day canning green beans. That involved cleaning up the screened-in outdoor kitchen, washing the beans three times, snapping them, blanching them, and canning them. Each step unfolded at a fairly relaxed pace and with much indulging in the abundance. Then, later in the afternoon, we went out into the field to harvest cucumbers, corn, and purple beans. My shade hat and the strong breezes made being out in the field really pleasant.

All in all, it was a really good day, and did we bring home the produce! We got three paper grocery bags full of green beans, a sack of yellah squash, two dozen ears of sweet corn, a huge box of cukes, and seven quarts of canned beans as a bonus prize!

I was pretty wiped when I got home, but I managed to make it to the potluck since I had a date with Kimchi afterwards to tour her humanure system.

You see, Medicine Wheel is in the midst of a transition in how we deal with our shit. Essentially, we are going from a “dry mouldering” system to a “hot composting” system. (For further explanation, see the entry for July 5th; for further, further explanation, see The Humanure Handbook, free .pdf available online.) What I am trying to do is to make sure that we do it right.

From what I have been told and from my personal experience, things at Medicine Wheel tend to happen gradually, evolving as people have time and resources to put into it. Sometimes this means that things end up a little half-assed, not through any fault of the people working on the project, but through the lack of clear design and consistent implementation. When we are dealing with the smell and disease vector of piles of poop, that plan just isn’t going to cut it for me.

Therefore, I have taken stewardship of the Great Humanure Transition, and I have divided it into four discrete steps. First, I am researching humanure system designs in use at Earthaven that already work well for people ’round these parts. Everyone is always talking about how nice Kimchi’s toilet is and how well she maintains her “worm bin” (humanure pile), so I decided to start with her. I really like her system a lot, so I may or may not seek out other examples. It will depend on how much energy I feel like putting into it.

The next step will be to design all aspects of the infrastructural and systematic changes that we will need to make. We will need to retrofit the two outhouses for a 20-gallon bucket rather than a 55-gallon drum and decided where 5-gallon poopers will be placed. We will have to determine the location and the structural design for the compost piles. (Structural design for a compost pile, you wonder? They must be rat-proof. Really, really, really rat-proof.) We also must make sure that there are clear routes from the poopers to the piles. (Hauling a bucket of shit is enough of a task without throwing in an obstacle course.) We will need to come up with a humanure toilet management system that is effective (well regulated and maintained) yet does not place too much burden on any one household member (ahem).

Then, we will need to complete all the construction, ideally within the span of a few days. Once we switch systems, I want us to have switched systems. I want one, tight, solid, functioning humanure system, not two different half-assed piles of shit.

Finally, once the entire infrastructure is in place, the entire household will be well educated (and signage will be hung prominently for visitors and guests) on how to responsibly deal with our waste.

Maybe then our shit won’t stink. ;P

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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Today, I spent a couple early hours in the garden and the rest of the day doing day clean, my house chore, and cooking, as per my schedule. I did not get myself signed up in time to wash towels at Shangri-Laundry (the on-land, off-grid Laundromat), so I did not get my kitchen chore done today. I am, however, scheduled to do it tomorrow, and it is on my ToDo list to sign up for Wednesday next week.

Speaking of my schedule, it has been a week and implementation has been gradual, but overall I feel really good about it. Having a weekly routine gives me structure, which makes me feel secure. I know I have allotted time to fulfill each of my obligations. I know generally when I will be doing what. I have grouped together certain activities on certain days to maximize efficiency. I have worked within the boundaries of what usually happens when so that I will be available for house projects when work parties are likely to be taking place. I have established boundaries so that I can feel secure about saying, “No, not right now. On Blankday, I do X, but right now is my time for doing Y. I am fulfilling my obligations, but I am not participating in this project this time.” I can feel good about what I am doing while I am doing it, rather than worrying if I should be doing this or feeling guilty for not doing that. I feel more clear and present, and I like it.

Also, I think I am going to like Wednesdays. They are pretty chill. Get up, do a little gardening, go wash towels, come home and clean bathrooms, do a day clean, cook dinner, and hang out after supper because the kitchen is already clean. I like having an “indoor day” to cook and clean (and be slightly neurotic) and do chores. That is all stuff that comes pretty naturally and isn’t too taxing; I’m just good at it. Once I get into “cleaning mode,” I really enjoy being able to get the place sparkling and get my all chores taken care of (out of the way) at the same time. The sense of accomplishment is satisfying.

After a week of observation, I am also realizing something else. I think I am spreading myself too thin trying to work on all of the projects – the garden, the fence, the water line, the humanure system, the greenhouse, etc. Especially with school starting soon and my schedule becoming more cramped, I think I am going to have to concentrate my energy on certain projects. I think I will focus hard on the garden (since the garden team is just Pía and I and I am naturally inclined to want to garden) and the humanure system (because I have taken stewardship of that project and no one else is likely to pick it up if I put it down). I will lend a hand on the fence and perhaps on the waterline and greenhouse if need be, but I am coming to a place where my time, my energy, and the capacity of my working memory are at a premium. Like I said yesterday about the humanure system, I want to concentrate my energy into “doing it right.” I want to obtain positive and tangible results from a select few projects, rather than half-ass a dozen of them. This will mean holding some boundaries, but I think that I will be able to do that in a manner that everyone finds fair and justifiable.

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Friday, August 12, 2011

Yesterday was quite the day, quite the day indeed.

I spent four hours in the garden in the morning. Patricia led a work party with Steven, Joe, and Nathaniel in the orchard, but I had other things to do in the garden, watering seedlings and weeding productive beds and the like. I ended up rescuing some pole beans that were having the life choked out of them by morning glories. I could have sworn I got all the morning glory seedlings out of that bed last week, but they are stubborn critters. And beautiful. But not when they are killing baby beans.

In the afternoon, Chynna and I went to Shangri-Laundry to wash the Medicine Wheel kitchen towels, and we caught up on a lot of girl talk.

She is planning to move to Asheville, and really soon, too. She thinks that she will be out of here by the end of the month. Plus, she is leaving on the 23rd to go back to New Jersey for her cousin’s wedding, so really she only has a week and a half left here. I am going to miss her. Despite the fact that we are complete opposites personality-wise and that I am several times as mature as she is (which she openly admits), we have become really close friends. She, Cate, and Patricia are the only other women in the house. Patricia is awesome and I love her, but she’s not so much a girlfriend as she is a mentor, and Cate is so busy I rarely see her. Chynna really has become my close girlfriend here, the one I confide in and giggle with. I’m going to miss her. Saralin and Nicole need to move here. Then my life will be complete. At least, as far as girlfriends go.

When the laundry was done, we came home, and I retired to my room to read Spectacular Capitalism. However, my background in political philosophy is sadly lacking, so I have been having a hard time catching all the philosophical references and understanding what exactly Richard Gilman-Opalsky is saying. When I went back downstairs to get a dictionary, I ran into Joshua and asked if he had a dictionary of philosophical terms and people. He just pointed to his head. From that ensued a long evening of philosophical discussions, with various people popping in and out, ranging from pre-Socratic philosophy and its historical context to ancient astronomy and why we have minutes to global warming and the Earth’s magnetic poles to Baudrillard and simulacra… and everywhere in between. It was pretty intense, but there is nothing like an evening of intense intellectual stimulation to get me all hot and bothered about philosophy.

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Sunday, August 14, 2011

Today was my second weekly Day Off. I celebrated by doing absolutely nothing that I didn’t want to, including and especially interacting with other people.

I did go to Council, but only because I wanted to. It was fascinating. It is my observation that self-governance is a great deal more work than simply allowing oneself to be dominated. However, I believe it to also be the case that it is worth it.

For the most part, everyone was pretty civil. However, there was a great deal of arguing over some fairly petty details, and it could have been better facilitated, as there was a great deal of switching back and forth between topics.

At the end, Arjuna expressed frustration regarding how few people attend Council. I had noticed that (with the exception of one younger man who was required to be at Council as part of the membership process), every single person in Council had gray hair. They were all at least over fifty. Also, out of 50 full members, only a dozen or so were there. That is about as dismal as America’s voter turn out rate! Having 50 people in the room with the process as it is would be nigh unto impossible, but it is strange that so very few even make the effort to show up. Part of Arjuna’s frustration is that she, then, has to carry all of these huge projects with very little if any help. I am both excited and nervous to become a member – I cannot wait to dive in and pick up some slack… on a project or two. I intend to set good boundaries so that I do not get overwhelmed and burnt out. I really hope that I am able to strike a good balance.

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Monday, August 15, 2011

8:44pm

It was autumn in the mountains until at least 1pm today, and it was so wonderful! I was downright cold when I woke up in the morning, and I was wishing I had a flannel or something for the first couple of hours that I was outside working. It was just warm enough not to call for my hoodie, especially since I was going to be working, and I do not have anything lighter to wear over a T-shirt. At least, nothing I am willing to build a fence in. Time for a trip to the Free Store! I love the Free Store.

Have I told y’all about the Free Store? Well, essentially, it is an old shiner’s cabin – the only pre-Earthaven building on the land – converted into a thrift store where everything is free. Drop off your junk, pick up some treasure. I have scored so much awesome stuff at the Free Store. I LOVE it!

Anyway, I spent seven and a half hours working on the fence today, and I finished the north side! Woo-hoo! I love how comfortable I am becoming with power tools and how good my mountain laurel weaving looks. I spent almost all of my time weaving mountain laurel, although I did paint a little bit and take a couple of walks to drop off and fetch power tool batteries from the charger at Alice’s. It is such a beautiful walk that I never mind going, especially with such fantastic weather! Seriously, today was gorgeous. I was able to work through the “heat of the day,” no sweat. Well, maybe a little sweat, but not much compared to two weeks ago! Some of the trees are even beginning to turn and drops leaves. Autumn starts in August around these parts? I could get used to this!

Also, I have been working with my schedule the past week or so, and it seems to be working out for me. We will just have to see how I fair when school starts. Plus, I sort of just came to the realization that, since I will only be working for WEX hours and Leaps on three out of seven days, it means that I will have to be putting in some long days. It will be okay. I’ve been playing with it. If I spend 8 hours on a WEX project on Monday, 4 hours in the garden on Tuesday and Friday mornings, and 1 hour in the garden Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday mornings, that will cover my WEX hours. That leaves Tuesday and Friday afternoons for me to earn Leaps, a task that I can also squeeze in other places as well. Obviously, I am not going to be overly rigid about it, but for the sake of my sanity, I need to know what to expect on certain days, and expecting to put in 8 hours makes scheduling much easier.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Last Lil Bit of July

Wednesday, July 27, 2011 – Girl’s Night Out

Girls’ night out was really, really awesome in so many ways. Chynna took us to a really nice restaurant off of the Blue Ridge Parkway called Knife and Fork. They served incredibly delicious local, seasonal food and provided a really pleasant enjoyable atmosphere. I really like that Knife and Fork provided “fancy-restaurant” quality of food and atmosphere without being too… fancy.

Oh, and was the food incredible! I do not think that I have ever really experienced food like that. Every dish had such a variety of flavors and textures! I could tell that the chef had really taken the time to create high-quality dishes from high-quality ingredients.

Plus, I really enjoyed spending a fairly low-key evening out with the ladies. We shared dishes and stories, and we laughed so hard! By the time dessert came around (there are no words… there are just no words), we were completely “food drunk” and having a blast and a half. Awesome!

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Thursday, July 28, 2011

Today was a crazy, intense, busy day.

After house meeting at 8:30, I checked in with Patricia about my responsibilities as kitchen manager. My responsibilities are as follows:

- Monitor order & cleanliness of Root Cellar, Kitchen, & Dining Room
- Represent kitchen needs at House meeting re: deep cleaning, fridge cleaning, shopping, food money, etc.
- Orientation of new people to kitchen
- Inventory bulk food and produce for ordering
- Maintain rotation of frozen foods & bulk
- Oversee bulk food and personal food storage in the root cellar
- Liaison with food providers (local food sources and bulk purchase)

It seems like a lot, but I do not believe that it will end up being too much. As a “manager,” my responsibility is to keep an eye on the kitchen, see what needs to happen, and make sure that it does. This involves a great deal of recruiting help and delegating tasks to others (although I am not entirely sure that I have what it takes to be a “boss”… I guess we will find out.) Also, all of the time that I spend on these task will count for my work exchange hours, so I would already be working for those hours anyway. Everything will be fine. (And yes, I am going to keep telling myself that.)

Then I went out and worked on the fence for several hours, stripping locust posts and then dragging mountain laurel down to the orchard. All in a day’s work. ;)

At some point I realized that Nathaniel, who was supposed to be cooking tonight, had left a day early for his weeklong vacation with his son without finding someone to cook for him. So, in the spirit of household cooperation, I decided to pull dinner together. Unfortunately, for some reason my housemates were feeling particularly slobbish today, so by the time dinner was over, I was feeling pretty grouchy from having to clean up several people’s messes when it was not my responsibility in the first place.

So right after dinner, I ducked out the door with the pretense of closing the gates (a post-dinner chore) and simply took off for the Red Tent after completing that task. The Moon Lodge was a really fabulous experience, as usual, and within a few minutes of being in that space, I felt as right as rain. I am so glad that the women of this tribe have that space and that time to share with each other.

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Saturday, July 30, 2011
2:48pm

This morning I was in the garden by 8, still weeding beds and paths. Then, when Lyndon and Steven headed up the hill to work on the water line, which I had previously committed to, I dropped my work in the garden and headed with them. I think that working on the water line with the guys is earning me some real credit and respect from them. When I first started working with them, they seemed to regard me as being there to “help out” rather than as one of the core workers. They gave me the relatively minor job of scooping out loose dirt and measuring depth. However, when they set down the 10lb mattock to take a break, I started just picking it up and going to town. I do not get nearly as much accomplished, blow for blow, as the guys, but between my willingness to try and my perseverance in finishing the sections that I start, I am now treated like a member of the team rather than someone along for moral support.

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Sunday, July 31, 2011
9:36pm

I had a really incredible experience in the garden this morning! I was bent over pulling up some weeds out of a path when I heard this really loud buzzing approaching me. At first, I figured it was a bee, but as it got louder, I thought to myself, “Geeze! That bee has got to be the size of my fist!” When I looked up, though, I was face to face with a hummingbird, not two yards away from me. To my amazement, she kept coming closer and closer until I could have almost reached out and touched her. She hovered there for a long moment, holding my gaze! Then, as quickly as she came, she flitted off. WOW! Later, Patricia told me that in some Eastern tradition the hummingbird is the bearer of good omens. She came out of the east, too, which symbolizes new beginnings. Wow. Just wow.

Today has been really good. I have been working in the garden on and off all day. I got up early-ish and was out there clearing paths, weeding beds, pruning the blighted branches off of tomato plants, and watering for a good two and a half hours before the sun came out. I took a break about 10:30, and ended up taking a nap. I felt very refreshed and rejuvenated after my nap, so I decided to start some more seedlings in trays, as we have had very little luck getting seeds to make plants direct seeding them into the garden. When I had finished that, I planted out some sugar snap peas in the spiral trellis bed, making this the third time that bed has been planted this year. We just cannot seem to give up on it!

Something I think I really learned today was the value of taking breaks. If I had forced myself to continue working in the morning even though I knew I needed a break, I probably would have exhausted myself within an hour, and I would have lost the rest of the day. However, by taking a well-placed break, I was able to spend more time in the garden and I was more motivated and productive during that time.

I just got done with my second class with Joshua, and I am getting really, really excited about it! We talked about the pre-Socratic philosophers of the Mediterranean (who all have really awesome names that I have absolutely no hope of being able to spell until I see them written down). Basically, these were the first recorded discussions on the nature of matter and the nature of reality outside the context of mythologies, divine decrees, and anthropomorphized deities. Joshua also mentioned that he hopes to turn me on to “real magic” (magick?), but that we “do not yet have the language to begin discussing the nature of reality.” Was that just a hook to get my psyched for the next class? Knowing Joshua, he is entirely serious.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Quick Update from Wednesday

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

11:25am

Whew! I’ve been busy, busy, busy. I am only projected to get any busier in the foreseeable future, but I will try to be better about writing.

Permaculture Weekend

We had a fantastic final weekend of the fundamentals class! I wish I could go into details about all that we learned, but if I got started I wouldn’t be able to stop and I just don’t have that kind of time.

Our “commencement” party Saturday night was incredible. We all went down to the swimming hole, and hung out around the fire (and by “fire,” I mean a couple of candles – most of the light, a fraction of the carbon emissions) and played fabulous music. Let’s just say permies know how to party. :)

On Sunday, we did a “wild design” for our neighbor Gaspar, who lives at Bellavia neighborhood. We had so much fun taking everything we learned - from the fundamental permaculture principles to mapping, relative location, and orcharding - and creating a “real” permaculture home system design.

I am scheduled to be part of the practicum in the fall, which will take a great deal of time and energy. I am really excited about continuing the learning process, going deeper into a lot of the topics, and doing a professional level design. However, I am also a little nervous about committing to 40-60 hours of work required for the design portion. I am already committed to 20 hours of work a week as a work exchanger and I will be taking a 4 credit-hour online class for UIS. I hope I am not overbooking myself.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Monday I got up early and spent five hours working on the fence. Lyndon and I started at 7am and we were in the shade, so it would not be sweltering. However, I had to wear long pants to protect me from mosquitoes and poison ivy and I was working hard, so I definitely got my cleansing sweat for the day! Between taking plenty of detoxifying herbs, eating well, and working hard, I am feeling really fantastic these days. Plus, I am amazed by how much I can accomplish. I feel really satisfied and fulfilled knowing that for that twenty-foot section of fence right there, I dug those post holes, stripped those posts, shlepped them across the orchard, and tamped them in good and tight… by myself! So even though it is hot and sweaty and exhausting, I enjoy the work because I feel really proud of my accomplishments.


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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I worked in the garden yesterday morning from 7-10:30am. Unfortunately, the garden has been rather neglected for a while. Between Firefly Gathering and the permaculture class, the last three weeks have been completely crazy. So the task now is simply to reclaim the jungle. I started the process by clearing pathways and weeding beds, which I did for three and a half hours and hardly made a dent. However, by 10:30 the sun is up from behind the trees and starting to evaporate the dew, which makes it hot and steamy and pretty miserable to be in the garden. Therefore, I am dedicating myself to be in the garden early every morning. If I am in the garden by 6:30 and I work until 10:30, that is a solid four hours of work every day, which might just be enough to whip the garden into shape.

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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Last night I decided to let myself sleep until I was ready to get up today, as I never really gave myself any downtime after this weekend. Still, I was in the garden by 8, and I spent a solid hour and a half clearing more pathways and weeding more beds. The garden is, at the very least, becoming more inviting. Complete jungle is a bit intimidating!

This afternoon, I walked in on the “core meeting,” where Lyndon and Patricia get on the same page about all things Medicine Wheel… or at least, they try to. Apparently, my timing was impeccable, because as I came into the room, Lyndon said, “Well, I guess we can ask her.” In short, I am Medicine Wheel’s new kitchen manager. About that whole overbooking thing…

Something that is currently amusing me: No one is exactly sure why, but suddenly the ring on the phone at Medicine Wheel sounds exactly like the Star Trek phaser gun sound effect. So now, every time someone calls one of the 11 current residents, it sounds like the aliens are attacking. I think it is hilarious and oddly fitting. One of the ongoing household jokes (perpetuated by our own dear Lyndon, whose strange, wonderful sense of humor cannot be adequately described, only experienced) is that Medicine Wheel is the world's first plywood spaceship. We take off about 11pm every night and journey through hyperspace, which accounts for all our strange dreams. It is also an incentive to be home and in bed at a reasonable hour, as you would not want to come home and find yourself stranded in the garden until morning.

Anyway, I am really excited, because Chynna is taking Klara and I out to dinner for her birthday tonight. I can’t wait!

However, this afternoon I am planning on getting some seedlings started in trays, since the seeds that we have been planting in the ground are either refusing to germinate or being eaten the moment that they spring forth from the ground. I had better go attend to that now!

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Firefly Gathering

Firefly Gathering

Wednesday, July 13

So as it turned out, more than half of Medicine Wheel decided to go to Firefly, a gathering in Western North Carolina for sharing "rewilding, primitive, homesteading, and sustainability skills." (Read more about Firefly here... http://www.fireflygathering.org/) The final head count from MW was six – Joe, Nathaniel, Coleman, Chynna, Patricia, and myself. As an instructor, Patricia needed to be at Camp Pinnacle on Wednesday night, so the whole group was ready to leave by 4pm, which was a real accomplishment!

The only snag that we hit while leaving was fitting into two vehicles the sheer volume of stuff that we were taking. Six people’s camping gear (tents, tarps, sleeping bags, pillows, pads, packs, etc.) plus food (three meals for four days) plus cooking gear (cast iron pot and skillet, plates and utensils, mixing bowl, cutting board, etc. etc. etc.)… That stuff takes up some serious space! After some people (ahem, Joe) had a tense discussion with certain other people (ahem, Patricia) about bringing more stuff than was necessary, we found a way to pack everything in and off we went.

When we got there, it took a while to find a comfortable place to camp. We ended up at the entrance to “loud camping,” which I was a little nervous about. I need sleep to function. (But, as it turned out, “loud” was just a euphemism for “relaxed rules.” I ended up having a good ol’ time every day and sleeping soundly every night.)

As we were setting up camp, the sky clouded over and we could hear thunder in the not-so-distant distance. I picked up the pace and was able to get the tent set up and our junk crammed inside just as it started raining. As I sat in the tent that I was going to share with Chynna for the next four days, crammed among our sleeping bags, pads, pillows, and packs, I couldn’t help but shout out, “ ‘Two-man’ tent, my ass.” To which Nathaniel unhelpfully responded, “Yup! Those things are hardly big enough for one ass. I’m glad you and Chynna are so close.” Great.

As it turned out, I got the last laugh, as it was rainy and/or cold – yes, cold in July – all four nights. Nathaniel froze in his lonely little hammock while Chynna and I were cozy in our sleeping bags in our “two-man” tent. Yes, I definitely have to give thanks and praise for the rain fly on that little tent, as it kept us warm and dry even though it rained through those couple of nights and all day on Friday! Having a warm, dry place to sleep really takes the misery out of camping in the cold and wet.

When the rain eased up, we found our way to the “primitive kitchen,” a tarp-sheltered, outdoor communal kitchen with a stone oven in the fire pit. Nathaniel and I got a fire started, which was excellent for warming up and drying out, and Chynna cooked some dinner. Others began to join us, and we all shared our food and a guitar. The music and the chill, pleasant vibe made it a really relaxed and enjoyable evening.

Thursday, July 14

It rained all night that night, but I stayed cozy warm in my tent. The only problem was that it was a little difficult to get up, being so comfy. When I finally pried myself out of bed, I headed up to the communal kitchen (distinct from the primitive kitchen), a tarp-sheltered area with tables and several camp stoves for people to share, to make breakfast. We fixed grits and fried eggs, Joe’s preferred breakfast from home, which we ended up eating for breakfast all weekend because it’s fast and easy.

After breakfast, we went to Opening Circle. First, the event coordinators filled everyone in on details such as site rules, the location of the first aide tent, and protocol for class sign-up. Then, we all joined in creating and holding an energetic space for learning and sharing throughout the weekend, which was pretty powerful for me.

My first class was a mushroom identification walk with Alan Muskat entitled “What the Fungus That?” What was really interesting about the class was that he didn’t focus at all on the details of mushroom identification, which I believe was probably the best way to go. The details of identification are so incredibly vast and detailed that it is really impossible to cover them with any satisfaction in a two-hour class.

Instead, Alan gave us the big picture, discussing the incredible networks of mycelia that live in the soil and essentially make life possible. It is incredible to think that the largest living organisms on the planet are the enormous mycelial mats that stretch for hundreds, even thousands, of acres in old growth forests. Also, the connections among the mycelial networks bear a striking resemblance to the human brain, and studies have shown that trees can communicate via these networks. For example, sometimes when a pest or disease attacks one tree in a forest that is rich with mycelial connections, other trees begin to produce hormones that protect themselves from that blight before it ever reaches them! Awesome!

Alan also highlighted the importance of spending time developing a relationship with mushrooms. He pointed out that, as the fruiting body of a network of mycelia, a mushroom is essentially the reproductive organ or the genitals of that organism, “… and you don’t just go around grabbing people’s genitals without getting to know them first.” That really resonated with me because as I become more connected with the Earth that sustains me, I am really realizing the importance of sharing my energy with and having a profound respect for those plants, animals, and fungi that support my existence.

Alan also strongly suggested joining one of the many communities of mushroom-hunters in the area to learn the details of mushroom identification, as learning out of a book is both incredibly difficult and lacking the essential element of community. Coming from an area where finding and participating in such a community is much easier said than done, I find myself deeply appreciating that so many people in this area have that knowledge and are excited to share it with others.

About the only “practical” or “concrete” advice that Alan gave with regards to identification was the suggestion to learn the “top five” (or six or so, it’s flexible) most common edible and poisonous varieties. He then sent us out to meet and gather mushrooms. When we brought our new acquaintances back to the circle, Alan pointed out the most common edibles (and non-edibles) and their identifying features.

The second class I took was with Tod Kershaw, who was teaching us how to start a fire with an Egyptian bow drill.

Basically, there are four pieces to a bow drill: the bow, the spindle, the fireboard, and the handhold. The bow spins the spindle (a stick tapered at both ends) in a depression on the fireboard (a narrow strip of soft wood) creating the friction that creates an ember. Holding the bow in your dominant hand and using the handhold (a rock with a small depression that allows the spindle to spin) in the opposite hand to press the spindle as hard as possible into the fireboard, you run the bow back and forth until the friction creates and ember. When you get that ember, you can use home-burned charcoal or a tinder bundle to then light your fire.

Now, the Egyptian bow drill differs from the conventional bow drill in the length of the cord and how that cord wraps around the spindle. Essentially, the Egyptian bow drill reduces strain on the cord and makes the movement of the bow smoother, keeping the spindle in the depression on the fireboard and getting your fire started more quickly and with less frustration (in theory).

Tod walked us through every step. He taught us how to make the bow and carve the spindle, fireboard, and handhold. He told us what wood makes a good spindle and fireboard – basswood is the most preferable, but most soft woods except pine will do. Then, as he was showing us the technique and posture that work well for him, Natalie Bogwalker dropped by. (Natalie, by the way, is the founder and general coordinator of Firefly Gathering, and one of the most awesome women that I have ever met.)

Natalie had some different, and in my experience more effective, advice on posture for the ladies. Whereas Tod encouraged keeping the back straight, Natalie reminded him that ladies have a much lower center of gravity and generally do not have the upper body strength that men have. Rather, a woman’s power lies in lower her body, and she showed us how to lean down and hold our bodies in such a way as to use that power most effectively. She was a really excellent teacher, asking if she could give me some advice rather than telling me what I was doing wrong. (In fact, I noticed that several people used that format for giving feedback, and I found that it made me much more receptive to what they had to say. I think I will try to incorporate that into how I relate with others.) So whereas I had been struggling to get an ember for a while using Tod’s method, very shortly after adopting Natalie’s stance and with a few minor adjustments, I made my first friction fire! What fun!

That night, after sharing dinner in the communal kitchen, I had an incredible, powerful experience dancing around the fire at the drum circle. Something about the thundering of the primal drumbeat transformed the dancers and the drummers from strangers into an intimately connected tribe and compelled me to join that magickal dance.

Friday, July 15

It poured down rain all day on Friday, and I must say that I was not prepared. It was just so hot and sunny when we left that I could not imagine needing a jacket… Fortunately for me, my tribe had my back and came up with a nice, heavy poncho that kept me warm and dry.

Friday morning, I took an introduction to beekeeping class. All I have to say about that (without rewriting several books on the amazing qualities of bees and their products) is that bees are astonishingly incredible critters and I am completely jazzed about sharing space and energy with them sometime in the very near future.

My highly attuned intuition had led me to sign up for a Dutch oven cooking class the previous evening, so in the afternoon I got to cozy up next to a campfire conveniently located right next to my camp and make peach cobbler. Although I wasn’t impressed with the recipe that the instructor used – canned and packaged junk food – I did learn tips on how to cook with a Dutch oven. For example, you generally want about one third of the heat on the bottom on the oven and two thirds on the lid. To get the oven to stay between 325 and 350 degrees, you take the diameter of the pot (usually 12 or 14 inches) and put that many plum-sized pieces of hot coals from the fire on the bottom and half again as many pieces on top of the lid. For even cooking, rotate the bottom a quarter-turn clockwise and the lid a quarter turn counter-clockwise every fifteen minutes. Overall, I got some good information and spent a nice comfy afternoon by the fire.

That night, Doug and Todd Elliott presented “Woodslore and Wildwoods Wisdom: Stories, Songs, and Lore,” which was hilariously entertaining. My favorite story was from Doug, about his experience raising a baby possum that that he had rescued… on his head. When he found her on the ground, he felt really bad for her and wanted to relieve her distress. As baby possums hold onto their mama’s backs until they are ready to strike out on their own, his first reaction was to put her on his head and let her nestle into his hair. She ended up staying there for another six weeks, he named her Blossom, and she became the family pet. The best quote from that story? “I won’t go into the details, but there is no limit to the things you can do with a possum on your head!”

Saturday, July 16

My morning class on Saturday was “WTSHTF: Disaster Planning” with Xavier Hawk, which just sounded interesting. (WTSHTF = when the shit hits the fan) I really enjoyed the lively discussion format (which, in Xavier’s words, “went all over the map”), and it made me think seriously about community resilience and planning for likely disaster scenarios.

I chose my afternoon class essentially because Natalie Bogwalker was teaching it, and she is awesome. The class was entitled, “Sewing Buckskin Skirts and Shirts,” which especially caught my attention because on the first day of the gathering, Natalie was wearing a buckskin dress, which honestly was quite possibly the sexiest garment I have ever seen.

However, circumstances surrounding the class made me really think about (and, honestly, I am still thinking about) my personal stance of the ethics of hide wearing. The class was located at the archery range, and I arrived early. Between classes, several people were participating in open target practice. However, the targets were not all the typical bull’s eye format; some of them were actually shaped like animals. For some reason, I just got a bad feeling about people shooting at things shaped like and representing living beings and trying for a “kill shot” when for most of them, it was for enjoyment, for sport.

As I analyzed that feeling, I wondered if I could personally take the life of another mammal. In The Fifth Sacred Thing, the main character talks about the hypocrisy of eating meat but being unable to stomach actually killing the animal that you are going to consume. I must admit that I whole-heartedly agree with that – if you are going to eat another being, whether it is plant or animal, you should have some sense of and respect for the sacrifice of that being for your own nourishment. I am not saying that one must necessarily harvest or kill everything that one eats, but I think it is a good practice to think about everything that it took, all the many energies and sacrifices that went into providing for your existence. Personally, I think for me to really experience that profound respect, I need to participate in that sacrifice at least once before I can consciously eat meat or wear hide. However, I am not sure I can handle that. Therefore, I am going to hold off on both of those counts until I figure out whether or not I can take the life of another animal to promote my existence.

Anyway, it was still a very interesting class. I found that I really could appreciate the class and the clothing that Natalie showed us because she personally hunted, skinned, and tanned every hide that she wore. Furthermore, she expressed and demonstrated that profound respect for those cycles of life, which in turn gave me a profound respect for her. Also, I have to admit that buckskin is incredibly sexy. I can personally attest to the ancient, primal connections there, because the people in buckskin were really, really attractive.

That evening, the Medicine Wheel crew decided to eat in the primitive kitchen, and I had what I can almost say was my peak experience for the weekend. When we got to the primitive kitchen, several groups were already cooking there. When we joined them, not only did they make room for us but they also offered us some of their food. People had been contributing food all day – mushrooms foraged from the forest, fish caught in the lake, wild greens, even roadkill raccoon and groundhog (both of which I tried… they were very flavorful if a bit tough) left over from a class on “critter processing.” (Freshly hit roadkill is no less sanitary to eat than game, and it is quite possibly the most ethical meat. The animals were not raised in confinement or for the sole purpose of being dinner someday, their death was the accidental result of car culture, and instead of becoming an unsightly and distasteful waste product, the unfortunate animal is becoming nourishment for people.) Anyway, everyone contributed what they had, and there was plenty for all. For me, that shared meal was a really moving experience of the power and beauty of community and the economy of the gift.

After that, I wandered over to the gym where there was some awesome fiddling and waltzing going on. I was feeling tired and I preferred to relax and watch, but it was really, really, REALLY entertaining to watch a bunch of anarcho-primitivist forest-hippies in all manners of dress waltzing to the fiddle and djembe! :D !!!

Sunday, July 17

Sunday morning, I intended to go to a class called “The Origin of Disease & Medicine, and Other Native American Legends,” but apparently it was unexpectedly cancelled or moved (I never did find out which). I wandered around and sat in for a minute on “Primitive Tattoo,” which was interesting but didn’t call to me.

I wandered back toward the campsite with the intention to get a jumpstart on tearing down camp and hauling gear to the car when I was drawn into a discussion on nonviolent communication, which rocked my world. While I do not feel called to pick favorites among the classes that I took, I think I might have gotten more personal growth out of just the second half of this class than any of the others.

The best summary I could give is this short intro from The Center for Nonviolent Communication's website:

"Nonviolent Communication (NVC) is based on the principles of nonviolence-- the natural state of compassion when no violence is present in the heart.

NVC begins by assuming that we are all compassionate by nature and that violent strategies—whether verbal or physical—are learned behaviors taught and supported by the prevailing culture. NVC also assumes that we all share the same, basic human needs, and that each of our actions are a strategy to meet one or more of these needs.

People who practice NVC have found greater authenticity in their communication, increased understanding, deepening connection and conflict resolution."

You can find more information about NVC at www.cnvc.org.

What I like most about NVC is that it isn’t about just changing the way we speak to other people in order to resolve interpersonal conflict. Nonviolent communication extends to the way that we think, about each other, the world, and ourselves. It involves how individuals communicate with themselves, and I have realized that some of my internal communications (what I say to and believe about myself) have actually been pretty violent exchanges. NVC requires a paradigm shift from a culture of violence and domination to a culture of mutual respect and cooperation, and it manifests that shift through our thoughts, words, and relationships.

The basic “format” of NVC is: nonjudgmental observation, feeling, need, request. For example, if I were to have a problem with one of my housemates not cleaning up their breakfast dishes, I would say, “Coleman, when I observe you leaving your dirty dishes in the sink, I feel irritated and frustrated, because I have a need for cleanliness and order. Would you be willing to take a few minutes to wash your dishes today?” That would be a particularly formulaic way to say it, but as you get more acquainted with the idea, the style becomes more natural (“Hey Coleman, when you leave your dishes in the sink, I feel irritated ’cause I really need the house to stay clean. Would you mind washing them real quick?”)

NVC generally encourages the use of action verbs (feel, need, want, believe, experience, etc.) rather than verbs of being (am, is, are, was, were) whenever practicable. We could get very esoteric (Who am I to say what anything exists as in this clumsy and fallible representation that we know as language?), but more practically, being verbs tend to involve judgment, which NVC tries to avoid. Instead of judging whether something is “right” or “wrong” or “good” or “bad,” NVC looks at actions as meeting or not meeting certain needs. For example, when Steven talks loudly on the phone late at night, it does not meet (or “is not in harmony with” – another common phrasing) Joe’s need for quiet in order to sleep. Steven is not bad or wrong, he is just doing something that prevents Joe from meeting his need for sleep and Steven can change that action when Joe knocks on his door and politely requests that he do so.

In my experience, I am finding that distinguishing a person’s actions (which may not be in harmony with needs that are “up” for me at certain times) from that person’s existence fundamentally changes how I relate to others. While I did already have an idea of that distinction, I only implemented it when I stopped to think about it. However, by practicing thinking and speaking in this new way, which is really practicing living in this new reality, I am profoundly improving how I relate to everyone (including myself) all the time.

NVC also holds that no one “makes” you feel a certain way. Actions elicit emotions based on whether or not they are in harmony with certain needs at certain times, and every individual is responsible for making sure that their own needs are met. Therefore, if someone is saying or doing something and I feel (say) angry as a response, my anger is not that other person’s responsibility. Rather, it is my responsibility to make sure that whatever need is up for me, which is causing me to feel angry, is met.

I find this simultaneously difficult to accept and incredibly empowering. It is difficult to accept that I have to take responsibility when obviously that other person is out of line and being a complete jerk. But, ya know, when I think about it, I would actually really prefer to approach such a situation from a position in which I am empowered to meet my needs. That feels so much better to me than leaving my emotional well being to the mercy of someone else’s actions.

For example… ::tries to think of a completely non-offensive hypothetical example:: … say Jane Smith calls me stupid and I feel bad about myself in response. Instead of being angry and resenting Jane, it is my responsibility to communicate my feelings and needs with her and make a reasonable request that she change her actions. I may need to negotiate a compromise with her, and if we are not able to resolve our differences, I may even need to seek mediation. But (except for some extreme examples) with this approach, I am empowered to meet my needs – in this case, my emotional need to not be called stupid.

Something that I feel is really fantastic is that most of Earthaven seems to have already naturalized NVC as an “official language” of sorts. I had gotten a vague idea about NVC from my Earthaven orientation, but I am able to see it in action very clearly now that I have experienced a more formal class. Whenever conflict arises, people here already automatically think and speak in terms of nonjudgmental observations, feelings, and needs that are up for the different individuals involved. Instead of making angry demands, people tend to make polite, reasonable requests. Amazingly enough, people most often respect those requests or are willing negotiate for a mutually acceptable compromise. I have also noticed that many people here have gotten really efficient at observing, addressing, and diffusing situations that might cause conflict before the situation even develops into a problem. When I observe that taking place, I feel really impressed, because I have a need for peace and harmony that is being met.

Anyway, the class was fantastic in a paradigm-shifting sort of way.

That afternoon I made a rivercane flute with an instructor named White Eagle. It was an interesting class, and I can now play an instrument that I made myself. (Somewhere in there, I ended up buying a knife, thinking that I would need it for that class. I did not, but it has ended up being an incredibly useful thing to have around and I am making a habit of having it on me at all times. I also found a knife the second day of the gathering and turned it in to the lost and found. When it hadn’t been claimed two days later, after closing circle and when most people had left, I went ahead and claimed it for myself.)

I felt a little sad during closing circle. I wish that I could have gathered up that community and all the positive energy surrounding the gathering and brought it home with me. L

We got packed up and on the way without any trouble. Nathaniel decided to stay an extra day, because he had business in Asheville and could catch a ride with a friend, so having one less person and that much less gear (along with having eaten all the food) made it much easier to get everything to fit in the cars.

On the way home, we decided that since we were already out, we should stop at the grocery store to pick up some essentials. As we were going inside, Chynna and Patricia made some really amusing observations…

Chynna: Joe can’t find a shirt, Coleman is barefoot, Molly’s packing two knives, and I look like I just crawled out of a swamp.

Patricia: They go feral on ya so fast…