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Greeting the New, Farewell to the Familiar, by Stacey Williams, Garden Intern 2016

10/16/2016

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Before my departure of this beautiful state I was lucky enough to attend the Northwest Permaculture Convergence. What I learnt was that permaculture farmers are a rebellious law braking bunch o nerds!! I loved it!!!
We cheered people for illegally composting their own poop, for experimenting with mushrooms and following psychedelic visions. We celebrated cancer fighting mushrooms despite doctors attempts to shut it down. ​
But that wasn't the only thing I noticed.
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Not once did I hear someone say they were doing it for the money. It's known farming isn't great business but no one was impressed by big bucks. It was a modern understanding of what wealth really looks like. 
These people were free from the financial rat race and therefore received abundance in a plethora of alternate ways. ​
Also happiness. We all were so accepting of everyone else. There was no competition between farmers, only a shared empowerment over what we were all working towards. When you walked past someone they smiled. When you sat next to a stranger they spoke to you.
Without the desire to compete or out do each other in business these people seemed to connect and be social and happy no matter what the task. And maybe there's something to be said for working outside with the land as opposed to offices and desks as well. 
This is a perfect segway into how I feel about Songaia. The community that has absorbed me over the last four months. 
This community have let go of the 'ultimate independence dream' of owning everything for yourself and surrounding it with big tall fences. And now, after living in community -  what a bullshit dream of misery independence seems to be. ​
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At first I was drawn to the idea of community just for the sustainability of it all. One set of tools in the shed, one mortgage, one garden with many hands. One kitchen with many hands. It made sense to me financially and efficiently. 
But Songaia quickly became so much more than that. It became an exchange of life. ​

The interns I shared this summer with all came from different walks of life and the one thing we all have learnt is that we are not alone. We live in an era of isolation and have forgotten how to be with one another. We were all victims of the big dream of doing your own thing, owing your own business. Yet we've learnt that it's so much easier when you have support from others. 
We also learnt to tolerate differences. So many people to connect with. People we wouldn't perhaps normally spend time with. Yet we've all learnt so much about ourselves through others. We witnessed our areas for improvements through seeing it in others. Or not seeing it in them too. 
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So if you think you're up for it-
I encourage y'all to step up outside your social norms and meet someone outside the normal comfort zone.
There's a lot of amazing learning experiences waiting for you beyond your edges. Ask:
What is it about this person I don't enjoy?
What is it about this person I admire?
What does that say about me?? 
Or if you're wanting something simpler: whenever possible look at someone as if you were looking into a mirror. What do you see? 
It has been a true gift to experience Songaia. A gift I hope to carry with me and continue to give where ever I roam. 
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Cultivating Happiness - by Eliza Mason, Garden Intern 2016

10/10/2016

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Dear friends, this is part three of my latest blog. Previously, we covered diverse topics such as ineffectual rock dust and intimate arachnids. Here, I hope to share the plans of my future, post-Songaia. I welcome you to join me in what will be an incredibly rich and fun journey to a more sustainable place (and coincidentally present an amazing investment opportunity).
First, a note about myself. Many of you know that I come from the pompous, over-educated world of academia, where I was expected to cure cancer or save infants or improve vaccines.
Being the nonconformist that I am (recently described as a neo-hippy), I have since traded a respectful, well-paid profession in this field for the maligned and decidedly unprofitable career of growing food, using permaculture and sustainable methods.

Where to begin? 
I want to demonstrate how humans can co-inhabit a space with an almost unlimited host of other organisms, in a way that is productive, resilient, respectful, and holistic. 
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I want to create space for rich communities of all types: microbial, plant, animal, and human. I want to do mad alchemical experiments that reveal the symbiotic capacity of previously uncharacterized combinations of life. I want to give others the opportunity to learn with me as I explore the mechanisms of healthy, happy, and beautiful ecosystems. And I want tiny houses, god damnit!
How can this be done?
Permaculture. This is a philosophy that entails living in harmony with natural systems. We carefully observe and recreate natural processes. We nurture and emphasize relationships over individual components, encourage diversity, and carefully manage resources. Together we create a small community of like-minded humans that share this vision, on an intensely cultivated small piece of land, exploring the boundaries of sustainability, agriculture, and ecotourism.

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The details
Imagine a place that is part Alice’s Wonderland, part Middle Earth’s Shire, and mostly Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. Welcome to Wonderlust Enclave, where we embrace a new symbiotic life, in harmony with nature. Tiny homes dot the verdant landscape, with meandering pathways, shady meditation groves, heavenly blossoms, and tons of juicy fruits dripping from the trees.
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Hobbits and Oompaloompas can be seen busily pruning trees, harvesting fruit, and feeding the chickens (kidding, those are just the wwoofers).
Tasty and nutritious food is always in abundance as our curious guests explore the aesthetically pleasing environment. Intrigued, they notice the complete eradication the PNW’s three botanical banes: bindweed, blackberry, and buttercup (try to maintain your suspension of disbelief). They leave satiated with food, knowledge, and the gratifying experience of community which they later share with their friends and family.
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Seriously, though. My business model will be a small demonstration farm that is also devoted to ecotourism. I hope to include long term residents who lease or rent tiny home situated on the property.  My specific enterprises will include laying hens, meat rabbits, honey bees, delectable fungi, fruits, nuts, and all sorts of other plants imaginable. These operations will be managed completely naturally (beyond organic) and sold to local restaurants and stores and donated to charities. We will invest in alternative energy, natural building, food preservation, and resource conservation. I will happily offer classes, tours, and nightly tiny home rentals to those interested in sustainability.
Currently, I am looking for a property in Oregon or possibly southern Washington, approximately 10 acres, and in a county that is hospitable to creatively implementing alternative housing.
The challenge
Regrettably, the current architecture of our society is prohibitive to my goals. A la Joel Salatin’s Everything I want to do is Illegal, it often seems like the government, and the corporations that control everything else, are anti-environment and sustainability. Tiny homes especially, are rarely established in current codes and regulations, leaving county planners pessimistic and distrustful of any new changes. Can someone please explain to me why it is acceptable to have a 4,000 sq ft house and rent out each room, but objectionable to have two 200 sq ft tiny homes occupied on one property?
And then, “safety” is often the reason why we cannot use natural building techniques, greywater systems, or composting toilets—instead we literally piss into our precious resources, poison the land with chemicals and fertilizers, and liberally use antibiotics because we vaguely feel ill (as a microbiologist, I strongly advise against this http://gizmodo.com/watch-as-bacteria-evolve-antibiotic-resistance-in-a-gig-1786389688). I digress, but I think you get my point. I have many challenges ahead of me. I welcome your energy, advice, and assistance.
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How you can help?
Come visit me and have fun! Learn about where your food and resources come from. Take my fungi identification class. Give me a new plant. Teach me a new plant (or anything else). Hire me as your garden and permaculture consultant. If you really have a lot of extra money, buy me a tiny house and I’ll rent it out for you!
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I have spent more than two decades in educational institutions, mostly learning about the intricate mechanisms of life. I’m so grateful to have now discovered the greatest application of biology: the art of living harmoniously together in multi-species community. It’s been a pleasure sharing with you; I hope that we will meet again someday!

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Look carefully at the spider on the left.  It has a special hat..... a blob of water!
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The Land of Croppurtunity! - by Jacob Sandoval, Garden Intern 2016

10/10/2016

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Beans, squash, lettuce, beets,
Apples, pears and plums for sauce.
Tomatoes, berries, and many types of flowers that vary.
Bury the compost
As the sun marries the earth.
Proposed on spring,
And honeymooned on dirt for the plants to reach birth.
This land has been plentiful, plentiful I tell you!
Already so beautiful at face value.
but the most beauty experienced was putting the fruits and veggies
Through my face and through my mouth, through my stomach,
My goodness I love it!
Growing food means not seeing a budget
But seeing the buds get bigger
My heart gets centered.
And we store what’s left so we can love and grub through winter.
Hard work for the simple life.
Though God’s glory is exemplified when my eyes consume what grew
and my spirit receives the sense of life of what’s true.
Before I had a fig, I never had a clue
of what this earth had to give.
Before I had a ground cherry, my mouth was very sheltered.
The communities well connected.
Not helter skeltered like my friends had expected.
But well respected, and the goodness of life is certainly not neglected.
The land of croppurtunity.
Marching to the beat that the earth has spewed to me.
Thank you to the universe
and to this ever so loving community. 
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Trees Fall, Trees Grow - by Stacey Williams, Garden Intern 2016

10/1/2016

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Trees fall, trees grow: Can humans do the same?
On one side of the fence trees are a disturbance. A nuisance. They waste space and have little use. On one side of the fence trees are treated wastefully. Branded useless.
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​On the other side of the fence trees are honoured. Sacred keepers of life. Of air. Holding the breaths we breathe. Holding us. 

From one side of the fence trees are witnessed in their last moments. They are strong. They are tall. Their hands can reach one hundred times higher than our own. Their feet sink and stretch balancing themselves far beyond our stubby twinkled toes. 
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From one side of the fence trees are witnessed in their last moments. They are strong. They are tall. Their hands can reach one hundred times higher than our own. Their feet sink and stretch balancing themselves far beyond our stubby twinkled toes. 
​By our hands
Trees fall
at our feet
 
Humans, in our gifted consciousness have we outgrown the trees? The teachings they offer? The gifts they give?
 
Trees offer such powerful examples of life cycles. Re cycles.
 
They breathe the same air as us yet when they exhale they give back more than they received.
 
When trees die they fall where they lived and give back everything they once took.
 
What do you do with your breath?
 
When you die are you going to have given back more than you received? 

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It's nearly four months since I arrived at Songaia's gate.
I have learnt how to live in community through a perfectly imperfect village. We live in generosity and ignorance, forgiveness and resentment, love and anger, judgement and acceptance. Perfect.
Since my arrival this community has been pushed to fight for what is important to them. The forested north border of the property here in Bothell was bought and set to become housing. So much energy, passion and time went into fighting for this land to remain untouched.
It was an honour to witness people speaking for the land. To share an understanding with others that this land is worth more than money.  
There was a hearing where people from all over came to speak about what Songaia meant to them. I am constantly reminded of how my childhood years were held by vast open lands and creeks. I was saddened by the memory that those spaces no longer exist. Houses and roads have prevailed back home too.

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Last week I was at a music festival, Imagine. It's based on a mission of our imagined future. Our dream. It was a beautiful space to connect with people who were eager to share their passions and ideas for the future. The vibes at this place were out of this world. People weren't afraid to be generous and caring for another. It felt like I arrived at a futuristic Woodstock and we were celebrating how awesome humans had become.

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I returned yesterday to my songaian family to the sound of chain saws.
Trees that have stood next to Songaia for the last hundred years were being cut down. Old pines that line the edge of the property were chainsawed in front of our very eyes.

​We sat and witnessed as tree after tree swayed it's last breath and then crashed to the land in an earth quaking, bone chilling crack.
We cried, we mourned, we cared.
 
Today I learnt one of my favourite lessons of community so far, how to care fearlessly. To give and not know what the return will be.
And for the outcome not to matter. To not be so wound up with pressures of money and time that we forget what is worth living for.
 
What are you living for?


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