Saturday, June 29, 2013

Summer at Joyfield

Joyfield's farmer's market table closeup


 Arlene putting the final touches on the display 


 weekly farm supper on the farm, this week in the big barn


preparing for battle with hordes of morning mosquitos



Wow, what a ride it has been... 3 1/2 months here already at Joyfield Farm! 16-hour workdays are the norm for my hosts. After a month of trying to keep up, overcoming exhaustion and various stresses and strains, I have found a better balance working 8-hour "half-days." I'll be here for another month, before moving on to... who knows?

Next month, I'll be heading south on a delegation with Christian Peacemaker Teams to visit a Depleted Uranium production plant. It is my foray into the nonviolent social activism I have been dancing around for years. I am nervous about it, but it is a big part of what I came out here to explore. My host having been involved with CPT for many years, including long term stints in Iraq and Palestine, I figured there might be some mentorship I could receive here, along with the farming.

I figure I'll either like it more than I expect, and it will set a course for my near-future, or else I will be repelled by the experience into other paths of service. But at 50, it felt like time to focus in on some of the things I want to have done in this life, before I am too old to do them. And amidst the onslaught of overwhelming imperialist militarism and mind-control, I felt something active needed to be done, to at least rekindle some hope of the Heaven-on-Earth I know is possible.


 looking out over some of the West Garden


long row of Romaine lettuce 


 Arlene gathering strawberries, an hours-long task


 strawberries began the parade of abundant fruits ripening this month


broccoli head


Farming has been the bulk of the exploration in generating this vision, helping out with a 2 1/2 acre organic farm, which is a vast undertaking when being done with only hand tools and muscle power. I have moved through a series of plateaus to get into working shape, so that in recent weeks, I have no lulls during the long 6-day workweeks. Yes, even if I am not going sun up (6 am) to sundown (10 pm) every day like my hosts, they are still long weeks!

When I began working here, I found I was exhausted and demoralized by about 10 am every day. My prayer practices have gotten stronger, as it would take focused attention on each moment to get through the suffering of each day. Then I found I was able to more-or-less get through a whole day without suffering, and then the days beagn to get more consistent. In the last weeks, I have even gotten to a point where a couple of long days of farming have become the meditation I remembered they could be. Suffering has been replaced by a zen-style just-being with the weeds as I am pulling them for hours, even enjoying the capacity to sweat in the hot humid sunshine.

It has been a rainy year here, with a good couple-inch soaking almost every week. So crops are thriving... and so are weeds, bugs, birds and various varmints on the farm! Being next to a restored wetland probably promotes the local mosquito population, which became nearly unbearable at times this week. My friend in the yurt next door even got out a mosquito hat & netting this week, which I think was a wise move. I was glad yesterday for a little breeze which returned conditions to greater comfort. 

I have enjoyed playing music with the Yurtfolk, a homeschooling family who also reside on the farm. We finally cashed in the meals we earned gigging at the local coffeeshop, along with other gigs we've had--an ordination, a Sunday service, accompanying a Suzuki concert, and folk music. I also played viola solo at a recent communion service at the local church, an double-stop-filled instrumental arrangement of Attics of My Life (Garcia/Hunter, 1970). Afterwards, I was enthusiastically greeted with a firm handshake, by Olden Mitchell, the oldest member of our congregation. At 102, his appreciation left me feeling full of wonder to have made an esthetic connection across the generations and cultures that contributed to that moment happening!

My hosts have been fabulous, generous and understanding. They are probably the hardest working people I have ever met. It has taken some adjustment to get used to their rhythm of things--the only down time they take aside from a strictly-observed Sabbath is during mealtimes. Fortunately, there are many opportunities for sharing food, with fellowship groups and farm suppers and other potlucks nearly every night of the week.


prepping for farmer's market


lots of radishes to prep



radishes


view across sweet potatoes and larkspur in Middle Garden
toward Silo and West Gardens


I have enjoyed getting away from some lazy habits, and seeing how fit I can become. There is satisfaction in finding one's capacity for what I call contractility, the ability to contract the muscles effectively. In addition to the farming, I have been working one day a week with a local landscaper, which provides a kind of cross-training, involving a bit more aerobic movement. I weighed in at 172 last week, which is at least ten pounds more than my typical weight in recent years. At 50, it is good to know I can still put on some muscle mass.

I have also found an interesting psychological fitness evolving. My motivational circuits are much more consistent now than they have been in a few years. Rather than pursuing the stimulation common to our modern lifestyles--which then inevitably fades, leaving one disspated and seeking further stimulation--I have been allowed a very simple life here--one of prayer, work, sleep, eating and fellowship. This more contracted state has allowed my dreamlife to become richer. It has allowed for enjoyment of simple indulgences like listening to baseball on the radio. Most of all, it has also allowed a consistent gaining, rather than a chasing, of synaptic well-being.

So now I am seeking what is next on my journey. My agreement with my current hosts is to August, at  which point I feel we are both ready for a change. I will visit another farm today, specializing in natural meat production, and have begun talking to another organic vegetable farm nearby. There are a couple of service organizations I am looking into, with a wide variety of possible placements. With the quality of life is excellent, and low cost of living, I am also looking at how I might settle in here, and what I mght do off-season. Between the progressive,  service-oriented Church of the Brethren here, local musicians and fellow farmers, old friends and new, I have found many connections here, for which I am very grateful. 

I hope y'all enjoyed this update! See ya in the fields-- 

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

who told you

who told you
that you could not heal a lifetime of woe in this very moment

that it was better to play small
and compromise your dreams for a booby prize

who was it that advised you
to never be bold

that your righteous love would be punished
and where has it gotten you

who said
you were to age to a creaky halt

never to run your marathon
or manifest your innermost hope of love

who thought to say
it would not be you to defeat the fascists

without lifting a single armament
yet with one flap of a butterfly's wings

who told you to be quiet
that behaving and going along with the lies

would be of any use
or could buy you even one more moment

did you think
you were too old to start anew

growing food for a living
or on some other clean and moral calling

would you doubt that a boy
could live without food

if he was fierce enough to set his mind to it
and then simply run for his life

wasn't it Jesus who said
while preparing to depart

that with faith
you could do even greater things than these

who said it was
better to keep quiet

than to look like a fool
accidently declaring your most shameful secret

who was it
advising you that you might be better off

compounding a weak-willed lie
with a lifetime of covering up

why then do you not speak out
against the violence of a government

killing children around the world
for a greasy dollar bill

don't you realize
the sanctity of your autonomy

cannot be stolen even at gunpoint
surrounded by a death camp's barbed wire

then why would you doubt
the miracles that are in store

for your very life
and this magical Earth

and when will you speak out
and claim what is yours

by the very nature of your existence
which is rooted in the Creator's love

for didn't Jesus also say
if you bring forth

that which is within you
it will save you

who told you otherwise...
all I can tell you here

is that it certainly
wasn't me


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

the road

It seems no one blogs anymore. Of all the blogs I used to follow, no one has posted a thing in five weeks. Is it because there is no longer any time in our lives, or is something else?

I too have felt hardly a stirring to post an essay as of late. For me, it is that, in a sense, there is nothing much to say. With events in the world seemingly accelerating to a point of maximum chaos, there is no longer any context to say anything meaningful. What seems meaningful one day is completely obsolete with the new information that has arisen 24 hours later.

Like many of you, I am taking this holiday season to retreat to familial comforts. Here perhaps we can find some continuity and some meaning. We have our rituals and patterns of relating that make sense to us. We will arise to the same surroundings and people tomorrow that we saw yesterday. Perhaps this is particularly comforting to travelers like myself.

I have been away from steady work for over four months now. Yes, time flies. I am grateful for this time, the last month in particular, wherein I have been able to catch up on deep healing sleep and regular home-cooking. My family has been very generous with their wayward member in these matters.

My travel plans are on hold at the moment. One reason is that I have run out of savings. Here in the states,  between hostels and eating, it is easy to spend $50 a day on the road. Hence, the money I had did not go nearly so far as it might have elsewhere. I spent time in Santa Fe, Albuquerque, San Diego and Portland, before arriving here in my family environs in northern California. In each successive stop, my efforts at finding work have grown more serious. I am more than ready to work at this point. So between my economics, and the fact that it's off-season to farm, I'm back in the world of fluorescent lights and background checks. I feel it is likely my application at a local big box retailer here will come through.

When I packed up from Santa Fe, I was actually headed for Nicaragua, with summer work clothes and tickets in hand. Following intuition, the road leading me here has been an interesting set of clockwise spins. It turns out my mother is undergoing some pretty serious medical treatment, so it is very good that I am here. And this is the bigger reason I will postpone getting out of the political nightmare this nation has become. Money doesn't matter much really, nor do any personal plans for this or that.

Dharma matters.

Monday, November 26, 2012

today's song

i feel the sadness of leaving again
and i just want to say

we all get to go to the global picnic

ah the sweet pain of having risked too much
this too shall pass

for it is time to risk the honesty
of being big

big enough to make requests
for the world we wish to see

it is better to overshoot
the bliss of this life

land in respectable agony
and get back up

to catch the next wave

-----

look around
we are here!

sure we know
capitalism cannot last

but we don't know for sure
what comes next

i can only say i am
immensely optimistic

every day
i meet more awakened souls

let us continue to remember ourselves
to one another

and grow the good food
with our own seeds

washed down with dancing
and the finest hugs

energetic libations abound
and i have 100 percent confidence

in the Source field
manifesting infinitely

Now