Aprovecho, en route south

Apr 12, 2009 07:22

I spent last night at Aprovecho. I slept in a bunk bed in the straw bale common house, and woke to the sound of chickens near the garden. Somehow the whole scene- AP, jars of dried beans, composting toilets, a centralized gravel parking lot off to the side, heavy wooden bookshelves filled with texts from 35 years ago or the last 10 years- feels both sane and familiar. call it home.

There is only one life
you can call your own
and a thousand others
you can call by any name you want.
- David Whyte
All the True Vows
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On the way home last night Ashley and I stopped in at Axe and Fiddle in Cottage Grove. As I stumbled in, who should I find standing at the bar looking like he had been waiting for me for hours, but Michael, who is the food driver at NBTSC. We chatted and talked, and I left feeling like the world is a very very small place.

community, home, nbtsc, travel

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