Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Community

One of my favorite things about Holden is the narrowed disconnect between us and our daily needs.  We live in community, and everyone contributes.  Everyone stokes the fires that keep us warm.  Everyone does Garbology at least once a month and sorts landfill, recycle, burn, and compost.  You gain understanding and respect for the full life cycle of garbage.  Our electricity comes from the river, so if the river is low, everyone contributes by not using dryers and hang drying through the winter.  There is ownership, and each contribution is a tangible presence in the community.

Next time we do Garbology, Eli will join me.  He'll benefit from understanding trash, packaging, recycle, and food scraps do not simply disappear.  The respect I gained for our resources and the earth by participating in the process is immeasurable.  How many societal problems would be amended by closing the gap between us and the arts that keep our bodies warm, clean, and full?


When you're connected to what sustains you, the processes which sustain you, you're connected to life.  Being connected may be the greatest gift Holden has given me thus far.  It feels like a slow, methodical, organic, awakening.

Each of us has a contribution to make, a part to play.  This holds true creatively.  I feel aware of what is mine to give, and the lack that exists if I do not fully engage in living. 

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Home

We are home.  We are finding our rhythm.  Yesterday I ran 11 miles.  Every day the heavy snowfall holds off, feels like a final invitation to run.


Sofia's twirly skirt is almost finished, I'm working on the I cord and seams.


Today is All Saints day.  The craft project (if you chose to participate), was to make a shrine in remembrance of a loved one.  Subsequently, I spent several hours today thinking of Ben, honoring him, and connecting with others who have lost a saint.


That evening at Eucharist we brought our shrines forward and placed them around the fire pit.  It was wonderful.  


 
Repeatedly this week people surprised me.  I made assumptions (judgments), and neatly filed them away.  Only to discover (in a very undramatic fashion) I was wrong.  People are full of surprises, we are diverse, complex, and connected in more ways than we're broken.