#commune life

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[thewoodbinewitch]

I just came back from a work party at a hugelkultur demonstration garden, and I'm PUMPED to try it myself! We spent the day winterizing, propagating from cuttings, and digging up volunteer trees to be given away for city beautification and improvement (including a BIG ASS sapling that had grown up next to a birch snag that took almost an hour to dig out).

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The Day my Father Arrived

An Excerpt from Chapter 46 Path Perilous: My Search for God and the Miraculous Dad was due to arrive at any moment from the airport. I stood beneath the thin shade of a withered avocado tree, watching the dirt road beyond the dying grove. Heat pressed down through the dry California air. Dust clung to my sneakers. The leaves above me barely stirred. It was hard to believe three years had…

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[chicagogirl1995]

Why I like the 60s and 70s commune life

The commune life, from what I have read, was a Utopia. A little town with in a town. They shared responsibilities and money, possessions and ground. I think about what it was like then compared to now and I can say that I wish everyone was open minded now. Everyone basically has this closed off mind that makes them so narrow minded, that it seems like nothing is every accepted or attainable anymore. That what we fight for is pointless and will never change life because they don't like change. They don't like living outside their comfort zone and I am not saying that because it's a bad thing but it's also not a bad thing to Live outside that comfort zone every now and then. And that's what the people in the 60s and 70s did. They lived outside that comfort zone, every day. 

[thewoodbinewitch]

A Day in the River House

We wake up to Kingfisher yelling every morning. A bunch of ducks decided to land and play in the river, cackling the entire time while my cat sat enraptured. A bald eagle flew overhead while we drank coffee on the dock. There's a ton of swallows, we're working on propagating the bats, and the chickens don't stop laying even though they're getting old. There are more blackberries than we can eat and neighbors keep bringing theirs over to share. We saw the Perseids hint at beginning and it was a giant fireball flying through the sky. The deer are fearless and the elderly puggle Sugar thinks she can take them. The baby fish nibble at your toes and the crawdads look like tiny lobsters and we can catch and eat them when we want. The cat has started exploring the area under supervision and thinks the river is scary but neat, and it's safe for her to walk around because it's shallow and all bedrock. One of our neighbors was one of the biggest drug busts in Oregon for weed in the seventies, and he gives us all water while looking like a gnarled Manzanita with a prodigious 'stache. We drank and smoked until we couldn't any longer then there was an impromptu concert of Janis Joplin style music with our friend Joey singing. Now I'm in my cabin and I'm going to wake up to the forest and little rock sculptures in the river and possibly nudists. Later, I'll make pie with the berries the neighbors brought over and give it back to them. Then I'll do magic and maybe skinny dip, do some laundry, and take a shower in the outdoor shower that feels like an old hotspring.

[sparrowgoil]

Scared of Jesus

When I was younger I had a handful of recurring dreams; most of which would leave me terrified, shaken for days.

This wasn’t one of those, instead I’d wake up confused wondering why Jesus was coming for me and why the hell an otter was on land.

I spent the first few years of my life on a commune. Not the fun, free love, drug fueled type that typically comes to mind; this was all about Jesus and the word of god.

So perhaps it’s not so odd that this dream would always open with members of the commune in a circle on the beach singing in tongues.

I would watch myself all the while sensing my own confusion as a playful otter would make his way to the center of the circle. We begin passing him around, I take him and pull away, my mother screams at me, yet I continue to make my way down the beach. I find myself running from a long haired, bearded man.. Terror consumes me as I know that it has to be Jesus and he is coming for me and I have to keep running...

As I run I progress to my current age and all the while he keeps chasing me down the beach.

I always wake up shortly after, perhaps it’s because I’m a lousy runner and Jesus catches me. Or maybe I become the otter and jump back into the sea.

©️Autumn Bear

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Fifty Years of Commune Life [From TLB You have Choices File]

Fifty Years of Commune Life [From TLB You have Choices File]

Fifty Years of Commune Life

by Moumita Chakraborty

This article first appeared on Commune Life. For a more theoretical take on the Twin Oaks project, we recommend reading Allen Butcher’s excellent article here.

When Twin Oaks was founded (in 1967), they thought a revolution was possible in their lifetime and one of the purposes of Twin Oaks was to show how people could live after the revolution.

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