Life on the Commune…
Amongst many things… I lived in a communal bamboo / adobe dorm until I moved into Seco’s hut with him (<3 <3 </3)
…we learned how to make and build with adobe blocks - Yes, that’s a mud pit we danced through inorder to mix the clay and fiber.
… Using sledge hammers and the like, we broke up and laid a new earthen floor … where we all got a horrendous skin rash with boils dubbed “The Itchy Scratchies” from fermented Elephant dung…
… The Sala: Kitchen, Den, Movie room… Morning Yoga and Warm Up in the Sala
Friday night we would make pizza in our homemade adobe pizza oven, play dress up, and drink homemade wine…
And lastly, I was able to attend a Elder Monk’s Cremation Ritual at the local monastery.
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Revisiting these photos, makes me heartsick for this life. I really, really loved its simplicity, and the basic philosophy behind sustainable and permacultured lifestyles.
But I’m back in NY. I hate it. I hate urban living, spending ridiculous amounts of money, and being endlessly wasteful while hearing about soaring gas and petrol prices on TV all the while buying fruits and vegs shipped in from the world over because our farmlands are filled with soybeans.
I want to go back. Forget it all! Back to basics, where I was so happy.
But, I’m so amped for the Peace Corps. I’m so amped about the consultant work I’m currently undertaking, and the EMT and Italian classes I’m to be enrolling in.
I want to go back, but I want to do these things, too. I miss the people there, the most, too. It’s rather lonely back in NY. I feel really lost, right now.
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