driving back from meditation land with lun was a trip--we got into a conversation about ascending to the 4th dimension in 2012. time is speeding up--and i can feel it. coming back, suddenly 2 collective businesses are leaping into existance (hostel and patchwork farms). lovely folk appeared, with whom i'd love to create a community. we've got a Realtor scanning for our perfect community house, looking to move by early autumn. the garden has exploded, and we're digging up a neighbor's yard for a quasi-community garden. we threw a fantastic (12 hour marathon) woodfolk 10th anniversary party. i performed 3 times in 3 days, and we took over a parking spot.
i'm still landing a bit from the transition--and it was SO GOOD to descend into the depths of my body for a week, reconnecting on a cellular level with the deepest truth: everything changes.
ironically, this feels like a vital mast to hold fast to as life rushes and streams through me.
Born and raised in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (that beautiful chunk of land bordering lake superior that's connected to the mitten via the Mackinaw Bridge), i escaped to the east coast as early as possible. After 6 years of uppity schooling, i spent a year in New York City and a year travelling the States before settling down at Twin Oaks Community, an intentional, income sharing community of 90 people on 450 acres in central virginia. at the same time i joined a nascent klezmer band, the vulgar bulgars and spent the next 3 living the bucolic life of a farming klezmorim.