Week 6,7: My Priorities
I have had a lot of time to reflect these last two weeks, and I’ve decided to take a few steps back, so that I can keep moving forward. What does this mean? It means I decided to rent a room in a house, which means I’ll need to participate in the monetary economy, which means I’ve decided to restart Urban Scout’s Sunday School.
My diet sits atop my list of priorities. Because of this, I can’t eat much of the free food that one finds in a civilized urban environment. If I ate wheat, I could pretty much not have to cook food anywhere. I could dumpster dive bread, eat free meals at soup kitchens and chill with the Vegans at Food Not Bombs. However, I see my diet as an investment into my future by keeping me healthy and free of toxic civilized foods like wheat, dairy, refined sugar, soy, etc.
Because of my diet, I have several restrictions. I need a place to cook all my food. I need a place to store my food. Because I need these things, I need to come to the place where I store my food at least 3 times a day for meals. This does not make travel easy. I scattered my things at friends houses, so I spend all day going back and forth between Willems, where my library sits, and (formerly Sashas) Erins where I store my food. I feel this wastes too much of my time, and does not follow the law of energy conservation. It would feel nice to already live with minimal things, to travel light and rely on other people to help gather and cook food, but alas, at this point in my project it seems I may have jumped a few steps ahead by trying to abandon the rent issue, but also wanting to keep my diet at the top of my priorities.
It just makes more sense to rent a room for now. But, does it really? Has civilization programmed me to not see option number 3? I don’t know. But I feel so lost and scattered due to Sasha and I breaking up that I need to regroup at the very least, get a home base for the summer… And to my luck, a room (a room I almost rented a little over a year ago) at Erins house has opened up and I took it. It feels like a synchronicity, and I would probably feel more tingly in the heart about it, if it weren’t for the fresh wound laid there by the loss of my relationship.
This weekend I attended the Martin Prechtel ritual, which I can’t really talk about. You just have to experience one for yourself to really get it. I’ve started shit back up today (Monday), as I move into the place where my tipi already sits, more permanently.
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