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I was unable to stay for the duration of this event, but did get to take a few pics at the beginning. And of course, to eat and drink, and to be present for part of the ceremony.
A number of neighbors had told me they were unable to come last night, due to prior plans, but even so, at least 15 people arrived, three of whom are brand new. So welcome Annette, Rachel, and Annie!
It was podmate Sam’s idea to drag out the carpets, which had been rolled up and stored in the shed which, BTW, he had just reorganized. Thanks Sam! And, as he noted, since the carpets are old and thin, they’re easy to roll and store and drag out every Thursday. YES!
After dinner Sam had agreed to do the ceremony for Fall Equinox, which started with his reading of some information that he picked up from the internet on the symbolic meaning of Fall Equinox for us personally. How each person needs to learn to balance two opposing forces within themselves, the “dark” and the “light,” just as day and night are in balance only during the Spring and Autumn Solstices. What must be integrated over the next three months, until Winter Solstice, when the night is longest and the day shortest, is the “darkness” within ourselves, some part of ourselves that seems opposite to how we’d like to think of ourselves, and thus we prefer not to look at; what we sometimes call “the shadow.”
In Green Acres Village, we consider “shadow work” to be an integral part of viable community life. In fact, as I am always emphasizing: we need to work with both, each of us continually, our own individual nature and expression, and the needs of the community as a whole. Both, continuously rebalancing them, if we wish to maintain authentic aliveness and avoid the (boring, dead end) opposites of hive mind or mayhem!
Here’s C. G. Jung’s trenchant commentary on this subject, and why it is so crucial to living and loving.
As an astrologer, I then riffed a bit on what Sam had just read, mentioning, among other things, that Autumn Equinox inaugurates 0°00 Libra, the first sign in the zodiac that focuses balancing the two poles of any personal relationship. (Whereas the first six signs, from Aries through Virgo, are concerned with the more and more precise evolution of individual growth, with Libra, we begin to learn to dance, in balance, with others.)
Sam asked us then to each get a piece of paper and a pen (both of which he had set out on a bench), and to write down whatever polarity within ourselves we are needing to recognize and integrate during these next three months until Winter Solstice; then we would all offer them to the small fire he had started in the corner of the patio. Meanwhile, he said, if you have a “blessing” that you would like to offer on this Equinox evening, then write that on another piece of paper and put it in a jar, provided for the occasion. I love that idea! And ask that we place out that jar for every Community Dinner! May the blessings accumulate!
He then invited anyone who wanted to tell the group about what they were to balance and integrate within themselves to speak out loud. And amazingly enough, everybody did. I was both humbled and astonished to see/feel how vulnerable and open people became (some of whom had not met each other before) when they spoke about the conflicts inside them that need to be reconciled — and yet, as Rachel commented, how everybody’s (seemingly private) “issues” resonate with everybody elses’!
Steve, who has trained to be a Native American pipe carrier, had emailed me to ask if we wanted to do a pipe ceremony at the close of the Equinox ceremony. Well, yes! He brought his pipe and conferred with Sam beforehand, and from what I heard this morning (I had to leave the gathering then for a prior commitment), it was a wonderful way to end our GAV Equinox Celebration.
I got home about 11:30 last night. Andreas, Logan and Sam were still out there, under the lights Sam had strung overhead, Logan on guitar and singing.
This place is filled with music. So grateful!
Here we go! Weekly community dinners begin again, YES! — plus compost struggles, and string bean tale.
This summer, we took three months off, rather than two months. And it was a wise decision. Not only were we ready and willing to start again, but by this time we were excited!
Plus, our dear Brie, who used to live here, was back in town for a few days.
Here she is, preparing the patio for Thursday evening’s commencement, Rebecca in background.
Plus, it was our dear Dan’s birthday. 26 years old! He had wanted an introspective birthday. Sorry, pal. But he did get a solo walk in Griffy Lake woods before the start of the party. So He grinned and let it all happen on schedule and with his special birthday song, of course! Also a birthday cake.
Plus, given that we have a plethora of unripe tomatoes (we got them in slightly late, and it’s not been hot enough lately for them to ripen),
he decided to fry up some green tomatoes in cornmeal for his contribution. Yum.
Meanwhile, as usual, the two tables were loaded with food for the 25 folks, all total, who showed up, including seven girls and boys, ranging from the age of one month to teenage, most of whom tended to sneak cupcakes while playing hide and seek throughout our extensive gardens.
“Asiri,” I commanded to one of the girls: “Make sure the kids don’t step in the garden beds!”
“Oh we don’t!,” she replied. “That’s the RULE.”
From now until mid-June 2018, the weekly dinners will be held on the patio until it gets too cold, then back inside, one of the three living rooms in one of our three homes — unless of course, someone else in the hood wants to host one!
I totally forgot to take pictures of Tuesday evening’s GAV work party. Just know that we had several projects going, including digging a trench, and clean up of unwanted plants. Two young visitors, Peyton and Christina, who live in Bloomington but found us through the woofer website, came to meet and to join us. And returned two days later for the dinner. YES! Welcome to the village!
I did get pics of our two compost buddies, Dan and Sam, here all geared up:
Ye gods, how do you start that thing?
It took awhile, like twenty tries? Thirty? Forty? Until finally . . . yes, here goes, sawing through the brambles to make more compost.
They had already tried the new (to us: from Habitat restore) mulching machine.
Thirty tries, and the machine kept breaking. See it? On the right of photo below.
O.K. From now on, use the mulcher only to chew up leaves.
Oh, and BTW: Rebecca came in the other day to tell me that I shouldn’t have given the long old string beans to the chickens. That those are heirloom “string” green beans, and she wants to save them for SEEDS.
“Oh!” I responded, “you mean that’s why I kept having to spit out strings when I was trying to chew them?”
“Yes! Haven’t you heard of ‘string bean parties,’ where farm women used to sit around together stripping the beans from the string beans?”
Nope. Completely new to me.
This week I decided to put up our work party news inside a larger story, as it does seem that we are all living inside the eye of some kind of global hurricane. What better reason to continue to rebirth the new world?