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Yet another year passed by

Posted by moddyfire on September 17, 2009

I could say that life got into some routine: I work, play, eat and sleep, not necessarily in that order; we visit friends and have short walks to the village; Sequoia is getting better in riding her bike; Ela studies a lot. Basically, nothing happens. I like it, however. Relaxing, and makes me feel less like a hippy.

The garden is growing: I water it now every day, since it hasn’t rained in two months, except for a few drops here and there. We planted a lemon myrtle and raspberry and some flowers, and the lemon tree is finally catching up. We think of more renovations: replacing the floors; building a deck; insulating. I make bread once a week, and nice puddings even more. The puddings got us local fame, and guests expect something amazing in the end. I find it to be cheating – it is stupidly simple.

My knee feels better. Not totally healed, but the main pain is gone. I went to some bike rides and I feel good about it. I also play the flute a lot, though there is not much improvement, and I try not to be too frustrated about it. I also went to a local life drawing class – actually Ela went, and after she came home with beautiful pictures I wanted to try it too.  The class is indeed very local. The teacher is one of our friends, and the models are the students, who take turn doing so. This week we went down to the local stream; the model set on a rock in the middle and I tried to make something… I still feel hopeless, but the teacher is encouraging. The only problem is that since we don’t have a babysitter, so we can’t both go. We’ll figure something out, I hope.

We also got into some politcal activity. Ela went for a few days to Canberra to demonstrate against a new federal law which would basically outlaw home births – she drove all the way in our van with a two-year-old kid and his pregnant mother (who is also the drawing-class teacher).  You can read of her adventures here.

While she was away, we went to another demonstration -not that we intended to, but we went for a bike ride and found many people in the village protesting against the Repco Rally which had just finished. The Rally was much opposed in our area, but the city people liked it – well, it didn’t pass through their houses! – and all environmental groups are stronlgy against it. The Rally passed through protected zones, 300km/h cars throwing gravel that kills all animals around (including a few endangered species.) Anyway, the protest didn’t work, but since they plan one every couple of years, we still protested.

It was very simple: we stood next to the road, waiting for the cars to pass on their to the trophy ceremony and holding flags and banners. There were loads of police, stopping us from standing on the road and from crossing the street. At one stage Sequoia was on the other side of the road, and I thought I heard her crying. I ran to the pedestrian crossing, and tried to cross. Police held me; I shouted at them that my baby is crying, but they wouldn’t let me pass. I was so pissed off.

In the middle of all this I had my birthday. Not a big celebration – just a few friends came over and we went dancing in the hall. I’m beginning my fourtieth year, and I have no idea how I got so far.

In a few weeks I take Sequoia to Israel for three weeks. The longest time she ever spent without her mama. I’m really looking forward to it. In December we go to the world rainbow gathering in New Zealand – we are not sure when exactly we go, since Ela wants to travel a little there, but I, as you see, like to be at home and enjoy Uki life.

Love, Moddy.

Pudding:

60gr butter, melted. (we melt in the oven while we prepare the other ingredients and the oven heats up )

1 cup self-raising flour (we use regular flour – organic wholemeal  – with baking powder. Spelt flour works, too)

1/2 -3/4 cup sugar (some times I soak dates and chop them, instead, so I get sugar-free pudding)

a pinch of salt; a dash of vanilla.

flavouring:  e.g. two tbsp of cacao powder, or shreded coconut; or chopped fruit, or whatever.

1/2 cup milk (a used orange juice once)

— all this mix together.

Now: sprinkle 2 tbsp on sugar on top, and some more flavourings (coffee, cacao, nuts, …)

And pour one cup of boiling water on top.

Put in the oven 180 for 30-40 min. It should be quite moist in the end.

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Rainbow once more

Posted by moddyfire on July 23, 2009

A few days ago we returned from three weeks of travel to northern Queensland, most of which we spent at the Rainbow Gathering in Walsh River.

Our little car survived the 1900km journey. Just before we went I registered it, did road-worthy test, serviced and attempted to fix the rain leaking.  It didn’t work so well – the panel beater worked on it for a few hours, welded more and more holes, but eventually gave up, saying there are a few more holes he can’t reach, so let’s just “hope for the best”. I still do.

We decided to take our small car and not the van since it uses way less petrol, and thus is better for the environment as well as for our back account. Also the seats are more comfortable, and Sequoia sits safely at the back sit. The plan was to sleep in cheap motels or caravan parks on the way. Big mistake. Motels and caraven parks were:  not as cheap as we had expected; not as common as we had expected; much fuller (“no vacancy”) than we had expected, and generally are closed after dark – meaning that if we drive until later (7 pm) there is nobody to talk to in the more remote and rough places.

So at around 11pm in our first driving day we began to look for a place to stay, and eventually found one after midnight, and paid way more than we wanted for a few hours sleep. In the next day we camped in a national park, but we had to stop before dark so we can put the tent up. Early the next morning we arrived to the gathering.

It was set on a beautiful river, abundent in pools, waterfalls, natural bridges and rapids; most people spent most days mostly in it. The weather was cold at night, hot in the day time, and painfully dry, though we did enjoy the lack of rain since our tent has some problems. There were about 70 people there.

We had lots of fun. I played my flute a lot (and got much better);  helped building  two rocket stoves and fixed  the oven (which was built 4 years ago for a previous gathering and survived! amazing!); did a massage workshop and swam a lot. Sequoia found friends to play with so Ela and I had more free time than we usually have in gatherings. We met a lot of old friends and made a lot of new friends. I also learned to remember my dreams – the technique is painfully simple: all you need to do is say to yourself as you fall asleep “I’m going to remember my dream”.

After a week things turned worse: The full-moon night was approaching with its accompanied problems: high energy that affects people in a weird way; a fast population growth (we trippled in two days), largely of newcomers who came from a nearby Raggae festival and had no idea what they are expected to do. As I often take it upon myself to welcome new arrivals and introduce them to the facts of life, I was overwhelmed by the influx, and eventually gave up. On one encounter I shouted at a guy who brought his dog to swim in our drinking water collection (he later acted quite psychotically and kicked someone in the head.)  Sequoia cut her foot badly and needed to be carried around while her so-called friends wouldn’t wait for her and generally left her bored and miserable. Ela was also cranky, and my flute broke. This was the last straw on my sanity, since I couldn’t play anymore and had no apparent reason to hang out anywhere – everywhere I went I felt unwelcome and unwanted. And of course a mouth-ulcer started.

Those were rough couple of days, but then came full moon night itself in which I went out, tried to dance, and eventually was offered to play some fire poys. This was exciting enough to get me a little out of my bad mood. Then the  numbers went down to an amount I could handle (i.e. remember most people’s names), and I felt confident again. A sister managed to fix my flute (temporarily, as it re-broke a couple of days later) and another let me borrow hers. So things were much better and we were having fun again until the end of the gathering.

We left a day earlier than we had planned in order to take longer time on our way back, and also because the gathering was practically over. We stopped each night at 7, hoping that good night sleep will make the journey easier. Big Mistake. Turns out it doesn’t make any difference if you are driving until 7 or until midnight: you are tired anyway, but it takes a day more. We did manage to visit our friends Sue and Andy and their kids in the last day, and arrived home tired after four days.

Almost a week passed since then. Today (Thursday) I had my long-awaited knee operation, so now I have a big bandage and am supposed to take care … I hope this will be the end of my pain.

Love, Moddy.

Today is a great day to learn from your mistakes.

An encounter with one of the rainbow kids inspired the following poem:

A toddler walked upon a rock, and suddenly she fell

I came to see, I kissed her knee, I asked if she is well

She shook her head and showed the wound. Her pain was deep and clear.

But she didn’t make a single sound; she didn’t shed a tear.

Well, I’ve seen a shark beneath the surf, and bombers in the sky

But nothing scared me half as much as a kid who wouldn’t cry.

When the stranger took her from the corner of the bar

When he held her arm and neck and shoved her in his car

When he hovered over her, stinking lust and beer

She wouldn’t fight; she wouldn’t scream; she wouldn’t shed a tear.

I’ve hitched through the forbidden zone and looked a tiger in the eye

But nothing scared me half as much as a kid who wouldn’t cry.

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