urbanmonklife

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Monday, August 13, 2007

Whatever the future holds.
Clue 4: Learning to live on the land.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

From the trundling Radio2 lorry cab, to the banging trance tunes in the speeding party car of the geordie girls, tin of strongbow handed to me as the sun set.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

On our hillside the pianist plays and flames leap from the burning desk and scorch the surrounding grass.

Friday, August 10, 2007

6 miles barefoot along the stunning ridge of hills.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

He's an artist. Our job is to be a safety buffer between him and the public.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

I ran to the door of the bank to find 20 monkeys leaping and howling, filling the room. My tripping friend was spinning on his back on the floor trying to bring them down with an invisible gun. This won't help my attempts to calm him back to reality. The monkeys made off with all the money.

Monday, August 06, 2007

This is my living room. This is where I sleep. On this circle of sofas on the side of this hill by this big oak tree.
Making tea for strangers under a starry sky.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Trusting the high speed steering of a 5 year old through the trees.
Winning lots of prizes at the local horticultural show.
On a pilgrimage to visit my own family.
More hitch hike lessons: in botany and blues music.
A convertable accross a muddy field,
And clinging on, pillion on a powerful bike.
Building yurts and fires.

Recent memory.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

There are leeches in the green diving pond.
That's ok.

I'm enjoying the physical overlap between myself and these ecosystems in which I am living: to be scratched by the grass, coated in dust, baked in the sun, immersed in the pond, crawled over by ants, and fed from the trees.

'If you were to write a book, what would it be about?'
-Tabea