Thursday 17 July 2014

Snook Mole Love Fest 2014!

This weekend was one I will never forget! I had been looking forward to it for the last two months since my cousin, Paul (aka Mole) and his girlfriend decided they were to wed :) On a hippy commune in Devon where we were all to camp! The invite read "...So we’re having a wedding; you are invited and the state isn’t." It was interesting to be at a marriage ceremony where the leader read out "The state and its pieces of paper can f*ck off"! Then she went on to say "but be under no illusion - this is a wedding", and it truly was - "in sickness and in health til death do us part" as they incorporated into their vows.

It being a wedding I had packed my nice dress and colour-block was the suggested theme. I even managed to have a shower the day before which was more than I had managed in the preceeding 5 days! I ran out of time to prioritise shaving my legs or armpits which have been overlooked for I don't even know how long, partly because being fair-haired I can 'get away with it' and partly because it really doesn't sit well with me at all that these things should matter even slightly. Well, it turned out I was in good company because there were loud and proud hairy armpits and furry legs aplenty - including the bride! Gosh, that was soo refreshing (and initilly surprising)! I do feel like a duck out of water sometimes when I say such things but there I was postively normal! I love that my cousin and his friends are entirely unaffected by illogical and unnecessary expectations of society :) There was no pretence - people were just free to be themselves - in every way! Paul (aka Mole) and his wife even swapped outfits for the banquet, incorporating a powerful message regarding gender politics which I may blog about some other time when my brain is working better! And they actively welcomed my kids at the top table of the banquet for the full hour of speaches without batting an eyelid which I so appreciated - they were made to feel fully part of the whole thing and even led the wedding procession into the ceremony field without that having been planned; it really did feel like 'anything goes' :) My cousin and his wife aren't Christians but they are Christ-like. they bith work part time in a library and live very simply with no car. they volunteer in community cafe's and open their street regularly for children to play out, organising stewards to close the road off even though they have no kids of their own. They frequently go on on protest camps for th good of the rest of us and those without a voice and they make an actual difference. Shell pulled out of laying a pipeline, that would have put local residents at significant risk, thanks to them not being afraid of being arrested and also putting their lives at risk in the sea in front of massive Shell ships coming to start drilling.

When we arrived there was a little handwritten notice by the entrance gate saying "Feel free to wee anywhere around the site just not in the toilets" (aka the poo loo's) - so I knew instantly that I could relax (in more ways than one) and that we were among friends!! The kids amused themselves so well the entire time - I could just let them roam free. There was a handmade climbing frame and swing set and a trampoline in the field that we camped in which was their 'village green' which was at the centre of the bender and round house dwellings of the people who live there (separated by a hedge for privacy). Ten adults live there and seven children. One of the children came out not long after we arrived and befriended my two older ones so the three of them became a little possy and basically looked after themselves for the rest of the time. She invited them into her garden where they played on her tree swing and in their chicken house, with the ducks etc. She had My Little Ponies in her house and her 13 year old sister was on a laptop (running off electricity from their wind turbine) so they are 21st century hippies! There's only one drinking water source on the whole site though, which is a pump given to them by Water Aid who needed somewhere to long term quality test the pumps they give to communities in Africa. In order to source the water the bore hole people used dousing which is still the main way water sources are found even though it seems archaic. They're completely off-grid hence needing to dig a well of their own.

It is a premaculture site so they are trying to live as sustainably as possible - but intentionally not entirely self sufficient - they actively seek to build relations with their 'neighbours' and often share tools and other things with them. When they got the site 10 years ago it was basically a big field with some woodland next to it. They had to apply for change of land use from agricultural and it is now registered for educational, horticulutral, environmental and I think residential - all of which are quite wide in definition which helps them have quite a lot of freedom within the terms of use. with their blank canvas they decided to have a village green set-up because it seemed the most community-building-friendly. They found it hard to agree on size for the green though - some wanted lots of space for games, others wanted the houses close together, others didn't want it at all. I know from being in a family school where mainly the parents did the teaching (so it was like a co-op) - that this sort of thing comes up a lot where you have a group of people who have chosen to commit to something together: everyone has different idea's of what will be best but also want very much to work together hence opting in in the first place. It can get quite intense. They found that to problem solve this particular issue the thing that worked best was they all stood in the field, started in the middle and physically put their bodies where they wanted the edge of the green to be, then inched about a bit until all were happy.

Another aspect of permacultue is that you put the things that need the most attention closest to your dwelling (further than 20 feet away and they've found they get neglected) - so they have the goats, chickens and veg patches right next to their dwellings and the horses and slower-growing plants further away, in another field. They've found this works really well. It makes sense. They have a communal bender and yurt attached to each other for house keeping gatherings and hanging out, where there is also wifi, but they spend a lot of their time outdoors and have a campfire area outside this. This is next to the village green. They also have an outdoor pizza oven and fire pit in the next field by the water-collecting structure.

They use a wind turbine and solar panels for elctricity so they make lots of electricity in the summer and not much in the winter which means they've had to get creative with electricity-usage and food storage for winter. The more they use in the summer the better because they get money for generating it, albeit from other electricity suppliers which they aren't 100% happy with from an ethical perspective. They were dehydrating their produce for the winter but dehydrators use a lot of electricity so they now grow things that dry on the plant naturally and can then be stored, such as runner beans, and they just use the dehydrator for things that can be dehydrated in the summer months when it's in their interests to use electricity up!

Monday 7 July 2014

The hardest and most liberating year of my life

A year ago today my partner of 13 years, husband of 11, and father to my three children (then 6, 4 and 8 months) moved out. I squeezed every last bit of myself into our marriage. I was full of faith and hope throughout but in the end had to admit defeat. By the point of letting him go there were no other options left.

This year has been a whirlwind of survival made up of anxiety, fragility, healing, sleeplessness, meltdowns, grief (though tbh that pretty much ran its course some time before the split), cortisol, sugar, sugar, sugar (for me not the kids!), but most of all relief.

I can breath again. I can be me. I feel naked and vulnerable, secure and authentic. I may have had a bit of an identity crisis and have realised how much value society (certainly church, albeit subconsciously and implicitly) places on marriage over singleness, marrieds over singles. I am just as valuable without a ring on my finger as I am with. I'm not bereft, I'm whole. I'm not a failure, I'm a trooper. I don't have to explain myself - people will think what they will think (though I am happy to talk, and to be listened to). I'm thankful for friends who are/have been single mums and are secure in it; they have been good role models. I'm not needy but I appreciate help and I'm not afraid to ask for it, nor ashamed to pay for it. I feel looked after by the state and I'm thankful for benefits. I have considered life in a Christian commune but the most important thing for the kids has been to keep things as settled as possible!

I have nothing to give and I have everything to give. I am learning amidst the chaos and confusion. I'm not sure what I'm learning but it's definitely good! I feel like no-one who's only got to know me in the last 11 years or so knows me properly - because in some ways I feel like I've lost myself. I've realised that the people who've known me the longest are generally the ones who most accurately reflect myself back to me, helping me remember who I am. And yet, of course, I'm not who I was. I have also unknowingly been finding myself! And so I'm discovering who I've been becoming, and hopefully others are as well. There are also those who I've only got to know in the last year who are part of the 'new' me, and I'm thankful for their and others' friendship.

I'm definitely on a road of discovery. Not one I would ever have chosen to go down but one that feels safe with my new husband, Jesus. I've loved Him all along (if He is a he; I think 'He' likely transcends gender) but am rediscovering life with 'Him' in a new way. I'd far rather depend on Him than anyone or anything else. It's hard but it's good. It's liberating. I'm free! I'm rising from the ashes!

The year has been incredibly hard, but better, peppered with fun, laughter-crying and love, and I have known the tangible peace of my heavenly father (/mother). I thank Him from my heart for carrying me and the kids through this time. I'm thankful also for the people God has put around me over this last year, some of whom I didn't even know this time a year ago, one of whom I've known since I was in her womb. I have needed 'family'. I have been disappointed by church, I have been encouraged by church. It means more than I can say when people absorb me and the kids into their families, warts and all. I have found some families to be more inclusive than others. It's a shame but I understand. It didn't help that at the same time that my husband moved out most of my closer friends here were having significant crises/life events of their own - moving away, having babies, etc. But here I am today, stronger, weaker, blessed :)

"Be still and know that I am God."