When I was in college, I added a minor called sustainable and resilient communities and was so excited to explore this topic as I’ve been gushing about how my world, our modern world, America lacks meaningful supportive rooted communities. But during that semester where I added that minor, after a strong start, I soon got depressed, isolated myself from friends and dropped out. I knew I wanted to continue my education with a deep yearning to learn but also knew traditional higher ed, gpa, memorization centered, was not in the cards for me at the time. I needed experiential education and so I started a vague quest to go learn, explore and experience differing communities, spiritualities, and sustainable agriculture methods. That is where I found Songaia and chose this place to continue my quest to fulfill my dreams of creating an intentional community centered around permaculture. I believe I will learn more about sustainable and resilient communities witnessing and being welcomed into Songaia than I ever would sitting in a classroom taking notes from a powerpoint.
I sense the wisdom pouring out of the land, the people and the structures of governance I have found here and am so excited to use what I have witnessed here to build communities, to build my future. I’ve always said words aren’t enough and feel limited but poems and myths expose a deeper truth and beauty regular writing misses so here's a little poem about my time here thus far:
From farmers to freedom fighters
From the forest to the fruit trees
With water from the whimsical spring
With watchful walks every morning
I found a place to feel safe
I found a land I’m proud to stand on
This place is a sturdy stepping stone
This place paused my anxious roam
Songs of truth bless my ears
Songs of grief vibrate my tears
Gaias teaching me how to pray
Gaias giving me space to lay
Moments fight the stories structure
Moments free us from the freakshow
Anita guided us here with grace
Amanita’s grateful for this place
I sense the wisdom pouring out of the land, the people and the structures of governance I have found here and am so excited to use what I have witnessed here to build communities, to build my future. I’ve always said words aren’t enough and feel limited but poems and myths expose a deeper truth and beauty regular writing misses so here's a little poem about my time here thus far:
From farmers to freedom fighters
From the forest to the fruit trees
With water from the whimsical spring
With watchful walks every morning
I found a place to feel safe
I found a land I’m proud to stand on
This place is a sturdy stepping stone
This place paused my anxious roam
Songs of truth bless my ears
Songs of grief vibrate my tears
Gaias teaching me how to pray
Gaias giving me space to lay
Moments fight the stories structure
Moments free us from the freakshow
Anita guided us here with grace
Amanita’s grateful for this place
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