I will (hopefully) be exiting mainstream society once again in a year, and have started to ponder the weaning process. Its fascinating particularly in the techno-realm, because I was still living at Twin Oaks when cell phones, texting, and facebook exploded. I resisted their tempting pull initially. And eventually, i sucame. in a MAJOR way. To the point where I've been known to say things like "why call, when you can text?" and find myself trapped in a technology loop, viewing friends of friends facebook pics. EEK!!! Sky insists that the transition back will be smooth and easy, that there's no expectation of instant communication at Twin Oaks. But I'm wonder if these new neural pathways will take more then a gentle nudging to re-form themselves. At any rate, thank goodness for the intervention.
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.