This is my dream: To live as my forefathers once did - in harmony with the land that sustains us. A project to investigate and innovate the creation of a low impact home with methods of living in a form of permaculture designed to sustain my family and improve biodiversity. To leave the land richer than before and in doing so enable others to do so.
When I dream this is what I dream
Posted 29/09/09 by Matt B in the Green Moral category
I imagine myself, sometimes, just sitting outside to the edge of a communal area under the shelter. I watching the children playing chase around the open centre as they diver under the high drying poles where recently harvested herbs hang.The centre is a large open circle where the most aspects of village life take place. It is crafted from timber and cuttings harvested from the woods and is an artistic blending of natural beauty an functional elegance. There is a harmony in this arrangement and it is here that our more expert permaculturists will start the teaching of visitors and children alike or sit in the evening and talk or debate with each other.
To my right a smiling pair of women are watching the children and preparing food in the centre's permanent cooking area. Around them are plants selected for their utility to the task at hand. A young man is fussing with the fire safly tucked into the stone oven.
Behind the women is a woven round house that contains all the village stores and resources. It was built with just six of us in only a few days and is still has the original solar panel. Inside I can just see one of the wood carvings that forms the start of the shelfs by the door. I remember fondly the day our artest started work on that. An elderly woman appears in the door way. She smiles to me and I wave back.
The smell of cooking blows on the breeze which mixes it with the scent of lavender which is prominent around the centre. Here in the shaded dinning space I lean on the table that is behind me and breath deep. It is good.
To my left I can see my house built not of cement and mortar so much as wood and clay. My door is open to let in the air and I am not worried. I can not see the flowers I planted to decorate the front of the house because from here my view is obstructed by the ornamental herb garden that serves the centre for cooking and first aid.
Under the archway dripping with still ripening fruit comes one of the other members of the village carrying a guitar. He finds himself a comfortable place to sit and then he begins to play. The children run over and sit near him and he sings to them.
Soon some of the young men will return from the woods on our land. They have been coppicing hard all day and will be tired. It is a good excuse to crack open a casket of ale and this batch promises to be most tasty.
Over the sound of the singing I hear laughter and shouts. I know that one of the school groups have returned from their walk and will be joining us. The centre will start to fill with the folks that have join us living our more simple life.
For a moment a loud engine on the distant road can be heard. It reminds us that modern life continues apace outside but here in our village next to nature it is peaceful and we know contentment.
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