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Plukrijp.be vzw – Upside-down the good newsletter
2022 – week 18
Upside down = instead of announcing what we plan to do
(& most often find out we do not need to do), we relate what we really did
Building communities of trust is fundamental
to healing our collective wound.
At Plukrijp, we offer spaces of transparency and solidarity.
The community allows people to encounter each other
in truth and so develop trust.
We do the garden for YOU
Plukrijp functions on your frequent visits & harvests. Take along for friends & neighbours, this way we recreate real networks between us all, breaking down the illusory restrictions that now still separate many of us from our fellow man = UBUNTU.
The updated list of vegetables & fruit that can be harvested this week is available on our website under the heading “Current Harvest” : https://plukrijp.be/en/op-dit-moment-te-oogsten
This week @ Plukrijp
We weeded (mostly horsetail & mile-a-minute) in the closed tunnels.
We weeded (mostly oxalis clovers) from the open tunnels.
We weeded open tunnel 5 & let the potatoes left over from last year take over the beds to harvest end of season.
We weeded the glass house & prepared the left side for new plants.
We keep watering the germinating pumpkin seeds, courgettes, & basil.
We see that the roots of the leek at the Hei & open tunnel 1 (left side) have reached access to water & we no longer need to water them.
We dug deeply in open tunnel 3 (right side) to take out the hops that searches for new ways to survive & thrive.
We gently guide the tomatoes, cucumbers, melons, & peas onto the central grids of the beds with ropes & clips.
We cut back the melissa & make bundels to hang around the farm against mosquitoes.
We pinch back the vine shoots to encourage fruit quality rather than quantity.
We removed Swiss chard, mustard, & summer purslane in open tunnel 4 & 5 that went to seed & feed it to the chickens.
We cut back the spinach in open tunnel 4 (left side) to give space to the carrots seeded near them.
We scratched & weeded in between the closed tunnels.
We scratched & hoed between the strawberries & onions, parsnips, carrots, leek, & pumpkins at the Hei.
We weeded between the leek seedlings & beetroot at the Hei.
Overcoming malignant shame – Theramin Trees (TA)
War on Food
Map of all food supply sabotage sites: https://iceagefarmer.com/fire/
For many of us, feelings of deficiency are right around the corner. It doesn’t take much–just hearing of someone else’s accomplishments, being criticized, getting into an argument, making a mistake at work–to make us feel that we are not okay. Beginning to understand how our lives have become ensnared in this trance of unworthiness is our first step toward reconnecting with who we really are and what it means to live fully.
—from Radical Acceptance
“Believing that something is wrong with us is a deep and tenacious suffering,” says Tara Brach at the start of this illuminating book. This suffering emerges in crippling self-judgments and conflicts in our relationships, in addictions and perfectionism, in loneliness and overwork—all the forces that keep our lives constricted and unfulfilled. Radical Acceptance offers a path to freedom, including the day-to-day practical guidance developed over Dr. Brach’s twenty years of work with therapy clients and Buddhist students.
Writing with great warmth and clarity, Tara Brach brings her teachings alive through personal stories and case histories, fresh interpretations of Buddhist tales, and guided meditations. Step by step, she leads us to trust our innate goodness, showing how we can develop the balance of clear-sightedness and compassion that is the essence of Radical Acceptance. Radical Acceptance does not mean self-indulgence or passivity. Instead it empowers genuine change: healing fear and shame and helping to build loving, authentic relationships. When we stop being at war with ourselves, we are free to live fully every precious moment of our lives.
“One possible way of envisioning the human passage is the following. We think of ourselves as originally emerging from the unknown, from darkness, nothingness or non-existence into the light of consciousness. But as consciousness develops we discover the increasing ability to see in the dark, see into the nothingness or mystery within ourselves and eventually realize that this darkness and nothingness is the divine from which we emerged and with which we are one. Thus we discover that our original darkness IS true light. Midway in this passage, divine light (darkness or unknowing) and the light of consciousness are in balance, with neither outshining the other. But as we move beyond this mid-point, divine light begins to outshine the light of consciousness until, in the end, the light of consciousness goes out and only divine light remains. From this vantage point we look back on the passage and see that although consciousness was the veil that dimmed the light, this dimming was necessary in order to make the human dimension possible. But if consciousness makes human existence possible, it is also not separate from the divine, nor does it completely hide it; on the contrary, consciousness or self is man’s faculty or medium for experiencing the divine — so long as it remains, that is [this is key]. Our passage through consciousness is the gradual return to the divine; we leave the divine unknowingly and in darkness, but we return knowingly and in light.”
– Bernadette Roberts
The American Dream of … Nightmare?
It was one of those cold and dreary mornings. Those ones where I struggled to haul myself out of bed.
I lay there helplessly, like a frozen chicken waiting to defrost for dinner. Winter had arrested me once again.
Everyone told me — “you’ll get used to it, eventually.”
But I never did. Winters were always brutal to me.
On that particular winter morning in 2020, I woke up and decided I needed to change my reality.
I needed to leave America!
I don’t know if it was a realization, a thought, a hunch, or a feeling. But it was a primal urge. Raw and instinctive.
It felt like I was caught in a fight or flight moment.
A moment where I needed to run to save my life because the BEAST I was up against, was far too large and powerful to stay to fight.
I needed to leave America.
That morning, I wrote in my journal —
“I’m stuck in this nightmare called the American dream.
I’m having sleep paralysis. Shaking…yet stuck!
Struggling to wake up from this treacherous dream
It feels really cold & lonely here. Cold metals and hot concrete.
Artificial, everything! Everything is TOXIC!
The air, filled with chem-trails
The water, filled with chemicals
The land, filled with toxins
The water bodies, filled with mercury
The plants, coated in pesticides
The animals, filled with antibiotics
Black blood, spilling in the streets
Oh what a dream.
The American Dream!
Fuck this ‘progressive’ dream
I’m forever anxious in this dream state.
It feels like I was sold a dream
A dream that came with so much debt
Never affording you true, lasting happiness
Pimping consumerism. Powered by sugar.
I’m stuck in a rat race. Running..Running..Running
To make a dollar
Just so Uncle Sam can holla
Shit! I stay working for more zeros
So maybe I can be some type of hero.
So maybe I can buy some more stuff to fill this void ?
What am I doing in this dream?
Somebody, please wake me up! Because this can’t be real life….
Fuck the American dream!
Death to the American Dream!
Chuck Berry Memphis Tennessee
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