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When I'm online, as you may know, it's usually timed and that's usually a small time. I've been making a couple of myspace bulletins, but not having time to LJ them as only a few of my friends read LJ and not myspace. Here are some things in order:
Winter Solstice - I was in Joliet, Illinois, on the Fat Kids bus Dahlia, getting ready to make a kitchen run down to the gathering in Ocala, FL, to show up on the New Year and feed bulk grains and dumpstered produce to holding camp.
February 18th, 2008 - Mister Mumbles was driven over by a pickup truck and slain.
Two evenings later; full moon, eclipse - Artemis hid her face for grief at the loss of such a young, magnificent boy. It was the first eclipse of any kind I've actually watched. It was beautiful, and I was silent for my boy. The next morning I started with Phrie (who I actually wrote about a year ago in a huge multi-page everything-I-did-in-Ocala post, I think) and his brother Mark for their momma's house in South Carolina for healing and to scrape fat and dry the hide of my new blanket, my first personal heirloom.
New moon - Phil and Fern picked us up on their way out of Florida to California, whereupon Phil got his dog Ra back who I'd been babysitting zero-maintenence at the gathering for two or three weeks and then brought with me to South Carolina. This trip is documented pictographically at myspace.com/xSearching .
Spring Equinox - Phrie and I arrived from Bakersfield at The Farrrm, where a month previously Mark had invited me to come live. I found fruit trees and little baby sprouts to transplant into the garden beds we're digging and a bucket to poop in and one tap of running water sticking out of the ground (which has since been repiped, after room for some line was dug, to two seperate places to turn on running water) and one building with one room that has electricity (which only turns on a freezer and the cell phone charger) and wood to chop to cook the evening's meal and bedtime stories read by oil lamp-light.
One evening later; full moon - The Farrrm had its equinox party in the teepee, with an enormous rousing crowd of ten. This place had three people residing there when we arrived and has bumped to an energetic five, as a few days ago Phrie left for Mt. Shasta and the Mendocino gathering and a week ago Mark's ladyfriend Miss Anna left for Mankato.
New moon - this actually won't happen for another I'd say two days, but by then I'll have spent my time digging holes and picking grubs out of horsepoop and tending the compost pile and going on salad walks in the field to collect dinner and sewing and colouring nametags for plants and planting mugwort and aloe and chard and rosemary and Jerusalem artichokes. Eden lives underneath my feet and in a canopy above me.
PS: I can be MAILED! I am so psyched by this that I would really really really really love it if you mailed me.
tre eklund
general delivery
Los Molinos, CA
95066
Also I can make CALLS on the weekends and after 2100 Pacific Time. If you insist upon not mailing me the chances of me eventually sometime calling you are pretty good... I think. I haven't actually managed to call anyone except my grandmother yet, but I feel that EVENTUALLY I will lose my every-minute-of-every-day wonder and find some time to step away from the life of the farm and get in touch with my friends. If you are anyone with a phone number, xSearching at the yahoo it to me, and in like two weeks or something when I finally check my email again, I'll get it and stuff. Oh, you should probably use the same email to let me know if I need to go to the post office and ask them for my general delivery... they won't come to the gate and holler.
<3u
Winter Solstice - I was in Joliet, Illinois, on the Fat Kids bus Dahlia, getting ready to make a kitchen run down to the gathering in Ocala, FL, to show up on the New Year and feed bulk grains and dumpstered produce to holding camp.
February 18th, 2008 - Mister Mumbles was driven over by a pickup truck and slain.
Two evenings later; full moon, eclipse - Artemis hid her face for grief at the loss of such a young, magnificent boy. It was the first eclipse of any kind I've actually watched. It was beautiful, and I was silent for my boy. The next morning I started with Phrie (who I actually wrote about a year ago in a huge multi-page everything-I-did-in-Ocala post, I think) and his brother Mark for their momma's house in South Carolina for healing and to scrape fat and dry the hide of my new blanket, my first personal heirloom.
New moon - Phil and Fern picked us up on their way out of Florida to California, whereupon Phil got his dog Ra back who I'd been babysitting zero-maintenence at the gathering for two or three weeks and then brought with me to South Carolina. This trip is documented pictographically at myspace.com/xSearching .
Spring Equinox - Phrie and I arrived from Bakersfield at The Farrrm, where a month previously Mark had invited me to come live. I found fruit trees and little baby sprouts to transplant into the garden beds we're digging and a bucket to poop in and one tap of running water sticking out of the ground (which has since been repiped, after room for some line was dug, to two seperate places to turn on running water) and one building with one room that has electricity (which only turns on a freezer and the cell phone charger) and wood to chop to cook the evening's meal and bedtime stories read by oil lamp-light.
One evening later; full moon - The Farrrm had its equinox party in the teepee, with an enormous rousing crowd of ten. This place had three people residing there when we arrived and has bumped to an energetic five, as a few days ago Phrie left for Mt. Shasta and the Mendocino gathering and a week ago Mark's ladyfriend Miss Anna left for Mankato.
New moon - this actually won't happen for another I'd say two days, but by then I'll have spent my time digging holes and picking grubs out of horsepoop and tending the compost pile and going on salad walks in the field to collect dinner and sewing and colouring nametags for plants and planting mugwort and aloe and chard and rosemary and Jerusalem artichokes. Eden lives underneath my feet and in a canopy above me.
PS: I can be MAILED! I am so psyched by this that I would really really really really love it if you mailed me.
tre eklund
general delivery
Los Molinos, CA
95066
Also I can make CALLS on the weekends and after 2100 Pacific Time. If you insist upon not mailing me the chances of me eventually sometime calling you are pretty good... I think. I haven't actually managed to call anyone except my grandmother yet, but I feel that EVENTUALLY I will lose my every-minute-of-every-day wonder and find some time to step away from the life of the farm and get in touch with my friends. If you are anyone with a phone number, xSearching at the yahoo it to me, and in like two weeks or something when I finally check my email again, I'll get it and stuff. Oh, you should probably use the same email to let me know if I need to go to the post office and ask them for my general delivery... they won't come to the gate and holler.
<3u