The Real Estate
This past Wednesday, our local Radical Faerie circle made the decision to sell our Sanctuary. For about six months, the west wall has been collapsed and we still hadn't managed to find the time, energy, or resources to secure it. We've had a series of break-ins and burglaries. We've spent less and less time, as a group, in the space ... cold and flagging spirits, I think.
The couple who initiated a lot of our coming together, after just short of ten years, broke up, and not without some blows to their general morale, of course.
I've felt for some time that we have over-emphasized the value of the physical space to the defecit of our sense of mission, connectedness, and spirit. I am not alone in that, I know. I've also felt that we bit off more than we could chew.
After nearly three years with this project and this group, I guess it does feel like an end of sorts. I actually view it as a kind of prod.
We stand to get quite a bit of money from the sale. Way more than we put in. Louis, who took the risk on his credit for the place, will rightly take the "lion's share" and is planning on moving soon. The rest of us who put in will receive what we paid in plus a bit.
Right now, I feel personal change creeping up. The skin is ready for moltin' again. I feel like this -- and other experiences -- have left me more focussed. I am ready to re-claim a place for thought, art, and writing in my life. I am ready to take that vocational headspace and manifest it physically ... to create family, home, community, and bed (for sex and sleep) for myself. Even though I don't know what exact decisions will come of this readiness, I am excited about discussing it, excited about running through the possibilities, and then settling on something good.
And that does not mean that I am ready to leave the Memphis Faerie circle. Far from it. If we have the spirit to re-fashion ourselves, to be more honest with each other, if we have the backbone to dream again, I would be thrilled to build my "house" on this bluff.
Either way, though, I intend on making deep (as in soil) change for myself. And my eyes are sharp on it. This Wednesday, at our potluck/heart circle, I want to talk about this.
The couple who initiated a lot of our coming together, after just short of ten years, broke up, and not without some blows to their general morale, of course.
I've felt for some time that we have over-emphasized the value of the physical space to the defecit of our sense of mission, connectedness, and spirit. I am not alone in that, I know. I've also felt that we bit off more than we could chew.
After nearly three years with this project and this group, I guess it does feel like an end of sorts. I actually view it as a kind of prod.
We stand to get quite a bit of money from the sale. Way more than we put in. Louis, who took the risk on his credit for the place, will rightly take the "lion's share" and is planning on moving soon. The rest of us who put in will receive what we paid in plus a bit.
Right now, I feel personal change creeping up. The skin is ready for moltin' again. I feel like this -- and other experiences -- have left me more focussed. I am ready to re-claim a place for thought, art, and writing in my life. I am ready to take that vocational headspace and manifest it physically ... to create family, home, community, and bed (for sex and sleep) for myself. Even though I don't know what exact decisions will come of this readiness, I am excited about discussing it, excited about running through the possibilities, and then settling on something good.
And that does not mean that I am ready to leave the Memphis Faerie circle. Far from it. If we have the spirit to re-fashion ourselves, to be more honest with each other, if we have the backbone to dream again, I would be thrilled to build my "house" on this bluff.
Either way, though, I intend on making deep (as in soil) change for myself. And my eyes are sharp on it. This Wednesday, at our potluck/heart circle, I want to talk about this.