glittering rains, golden leaves, and the yellow grass gives way to green,
the dryness gives way to wet decay and mycelium fruits
appear like magic.
tea and joanna newsom.
some days fall into place like a perfect carpet of yellow leaves,
the change is constant and it leaves me moody, but cozy.
it’s so very good to be alive in this time of the year, the turning.
yearly acorn gathering with the pups, my girl D, and the biggest wonderful mind-blowing oak-tree.
Imagine the kind of day where
Summer’s dryness is relieved with buckets of clean rain
you find yourself in a forest— shoes soaked pants soaked sweater soaked notebook soaked and you’re just laughing//// stuck in the mud—
you walk up a trail,
glasses covered water.
a little lost— where is every one?
what was i missing?
a muddy van comes through the trees: here it is, i think.
picks me up, takes me up to a big hill… like a junkyard covered with half renovated buses/ car skeletons. the driver tell me it’s learning man.
there’s nothing up here but mud. but you find a little Dome and you walk through the rain and bend low through the flap. it’s glowing in the dome from natural light, it smells of wet wool and dirt. but you’re successful on your quest: you meet starhawk.
we stand in a circle, one by one people take the center and share their name, and something they want everyone to know:
my name is starhawk and i’m worried about the election—
my name is rock and i’m learning to identify as a resident of my watershed..
my name is dolly and i’m really grateful to be here…
many people speak of living in community that comes together for the earth, our beautiful garden planet—
starhawk leads us in a grounding ceremony. we breathe, rooted, as she takes us through a guided meditation, connecting with the core of the earth, with our energetic roots, and becoming a bridge to the sky–
my mind clears and i take a note to meditate more… it just feels so good.
after minutes of electric silent stillness, she asks the group to walk in a circle, past each other, noticing each other—
our meditation has opened our hearts and minds and we smile with our eyes, really acknowledging every body: we recognize kindreds.
she then leads a discussion on social power…she even has a white board and draws out a very interesting diagram about group dynamics, power, and responsibility, tying in the cardinal directions and elements.
she asks us about conflict, how sometimes it’s just an indicator that we’re learning, as we grow out of our comfort zones. “conflicts push us to the edges, to where we are vulnerable…we open and integrate—”
she talked about power over us (IRS, police, etc…) vs power from within–
“i choose to versus i have to…” and how we become powerful when we take responsibility, how we empower people when we entrust them with responsibilities.
empowerment is personal responsibility..
as water leaks on me from the dome i realize it’s hard to build outside of the system/machine: to organize, to gather—
here we are, on a hill top in a dome filled with puddles in a loosely organized grassroots event.
i love it.
people want land to farm on, to create their own villages
people still acknowledge the power of money. someone mentions it and there is a murmur of consent. they’re looking for a way out, some way out of the mainstream consumer/wage slave culture… or perhaps a way back to nature..
money seems to be part of that solution… +++++hippy conundrums..++++
indeed, starhark checks her phone and sells books.
i get a signature.
(this is not a criticism… this is an observation of how one teaching social permaculture earns their living in a capital driven world…pays their rent.)
ah, the glow from being with the pagan goddess guru
it’s good to learn from an elder of your community. we’re drenched. and alive.
a choice rainy day adventure. <3