In Pursuit of Mysteries

Damn it!

I want to go really bad but I don’t think I’ll have the time (or vacation) and money to do it…shee-it.

Latent Hippy Tendencies

I just found this online (while looking for information on the people mentioned here). I have the issue of Communities magazine with it from 1997 as well. Here are some better images of the structures from the article:

Yoni-lookin’ yoga studio.

another shot of it.

For many many years, I was interested in intentional communities and similar attempts to find other ways to live. When I was younger, the only reason that I didn’t wind up involved in one was lack of funds to support doing so. When I was married, we looked into the co-housing community over in West Seattle that ’s mother lives at because she was selling her old place. The problem then was poorness. The other issue with it is that you’d pay what you’d pay for a medium sized house and get a small house that was effectively a condo (lots of housing rules and such). The community seemed rather nice though and if I had the money, I’d still consider living there. The commute would be a bitch though.

Anyway, the article above mentions people that are actually relatively local. I’m interested in their building methods. I’ve thought of getting a few acres somewhere within a couple of hours of here and either camping on it during the summer or, more preferable, putting a cabin or some other structure on it. It would be a great place to use for retreats, ritual work, etc.

Jeeez!

I get really friggin’ tee’d off when I spend significant amounts of personal time working on projects, often for other people, and then getting crap for them instead of a “Thank you” from parties that should appreciate it. What’s the fucking deal?

“Gee, I did this nice thing that I was told you would probably like since you told a mutual friend that you needed someone to do it.”

“No and don’t ever do it again!”

Yeah, fuck you very much too.