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the retreat was somewhat ridic. we made a few important decisions and stayed up until 2 am or later painting a really nice mural and singing songs and eating s'mores. we did not talk enough about our visions for the space and that is something that started to really bother me when i got home last night, but hopefully we will do twice-a-year retreats and therefore do mega-visioning soonish.
i have so many ideas and i try not to be forceful with them but sometimes i feel like, wait, you don't think we should own 50 units of urban collective housing? you don't think we should tear up the back lot and replace it with fruit trees, a big greenhouse and chickens so we can make sure we have food when the shit really hits the fan in the not-so-distant future? you don't think we should start our own clinic? maintain our own school and adult ed programs? get off the grid? have a vehicle co-op fueled by the bio-diesel co-op? you don't think we should be starting our own businesses to meet our needs and the community's?
i think i may have a little bit too much emotionally invested in this project. i know, there are other places i can go if this doesn't work out. i can leave my sketchy apartment and my job that isn't paying the bills i don't want to have and the sailboat co-op. but all weekend i thought about the five-to-ten-years-from-now retreat where several of us will bring our babies and small children and sing the same songs and eat together much more as a family because what a family does is take care of each other and help each other grow and that is what we'll do, and talk about the day we finally decided to have only one meeting per month - "look how much time that gave us to work on projects that really made this place blossom and explode with energy and life" - and laugh that many of us thought for a second that we might need to punch one person out to get consensus.
i have a bad taste in my mouth from sleeping for not-enough hours so i'm going to go work on that.
i have so many ideas and i try not to be forceful with them but sometimes i feel like, wait, you don't think we should own 50 units of urban collective housing? you don't think we should tear up the back lot and replace it with fruit trees, a big greenhouse and chickens so we can make sure we have food when the shit really hits the fan in the not-so-distant future? you don't think we should start our own clinic? maintain our own school and adult ed programs? get off the grid? have a vehicle co-op fueled by the bio-diesel co-op? you don't think we should be starting our own businesses to meet our needs and the community's?
i think i may have a little bit too much emotionally invested in this project. i know, there are other places i can go if this doesn't work out. i can leave my sketchy apartment and my job that isn't paying the bills i don't want to have and the sailboat co-op. but all weekend i thought about the five-to-ten-years-from-now retreat where several of us will bring our babies and small children and sing the same songs and eat together much more as a family because what a family does is take care of each other and help each other grow and that is what we'll do, and talk about the day we finally decided to have only one meeting per month - "look how much time that gave us to work on projects that really made this place blossom and explode with energy and life" - and laugh that many of us thought for a second that we might need to punch one person out to get consensus.
i have a bad taste in my mouth from sleeping for not-enough hours so i'm going to go work on that.