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Plukrijp.be vzw – Upside-down the good newsletter
2022 – week 33
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
Seeded spinach in open tunnel 5
Weeded tunnel 4 and 5 and between all the closed tunnels
We did cut out the beans in the raised long beds at Hei
Planted cabbages at Hei in between the climbing beans and on the long raised bed after taking out potatoes that came up spontaneously
Planted the new strawberry plants in pots
Harvested carrots in the first low long bed
Planted some plukpots into the glasshouse with onion and salad
Niels made a nursery and seeding station next to the chicken tunnel (close to the pool, in the shade)
Trimmed the tomatoes, melons and pickles
Harvested grapes and made delicious juice of it
Fixed the water tap of our rain water catchment
Cleaned up the wheelbarrow parking next to the glasshouse
Fixed a whole lot of pallets with our big group of volunteers
David gave the go karts a maintenance check and gave our two transpallets new life with some hydraulic oil
Cleaned up some debris at the Hangar
Alex shared with Anthony his welding knowledge and repaired some broken post carts
SUMMERHILL – Best EDUCATION MOVIE! – 2008
Laura, our German volunteer, has just completed her training to become a teacher. We decided to show her this movie to inspire her and give her courage.
Summerhill Founder, A.S. Neill Shares His Wisdom – GREAT Interview! (30:57)
Summerhill’s founder Alexander Sutherland Neal once said he’d rather see the school produce a happy street sweeper than a neurotic prime minister.
Imagine a School….Summerhill (7:47)
William Tyler Smith’s (Kiss Me Again, The Third Mind)documentary tells the story of A. S. Neill’s Summerhill School and their fight for survival against Tony Blair’s Labour government. A must see for anybody interested in education, progressive, alternative, and humanist ideas.
‘Let me dream you into my reality’
memories illuminate an unthinkable isolation
Following a brain-stem stroke in 2011, the Canadian rabbi and poet Ronnie Cahana lost the use of his limbs and moved into a long-term care facility. Nine years later, with his body especially vulnerable when COVID-19 began to take hold, he was forced to spend two years in nearly unbroken isolation. Filmed remotely by his daughter, the filmmaker Kitra Cahana, the short documentary Perfecting the Art of Longing profiles her father as he surveys this period of solitude from his bed, away from the love of his family, and especially his wife Karen. Exercising his extraordinary poetic talents from one small room, Cahana describes his feelings of loneliness as a gnawing physical sensation felt throughout the entire body, and reflects on how he’s able to find some solace in the warmth of his memories.
From the author of ‘The Shakti Coloring Book’, many more beautiful images of the various Hindu gods, the devis and devas. Something cool I found out this week: the english word divine shares its root with the sanskrit word deva/devi!
Normal Marital Hatred?
“Usually there are three phases of love: harmony, disharmony and repair. The harmony phase is love without knowledge. You may have a soul recognition that this is your guy. But you don’t know what he does with his socks in the morning.
The disillusionment phase is critical. It’s the stuff of intimacy. It’s the collision of your imperfections and how we handle it. Our culture doesn’t equip people to deal with that disillusionment. It’s rough. It’s dark. I’ve run around the country for 20 years, talking about what I call “normal marital hatred” and not one person has ever come backstage to ask what I meant by that.
On the importance of conflict.
“Nothings ever happened and nothings ever gonna happen
and there’s no one to do it anyway — so get on with it.”
– Ram Dass
Maybe it’s a blessing, maybe it’s a curse…..
Source: When you Hear Hoofbeats, Think of a Zebra by Shems Friedlander p.7
A farmer in Anatolia had a wife and adolescent son. His wife always complained that they were poor, their house needed a new roof, the barn was broken down, and they had no horse to help with plowing. Early one morning the man and his son looked toward the field, and beside a large oak tree stood the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. It was a large white horse with perfect proportions. They tied and fed the horse. They were happy. His wife came out and said, “Look for markings, it is a rich man’s horse.” There were no markings. “We can sell the horse,” the wife said, ‘’and with the money we can fix the roof, buy a wagon, rebuild the barn, and have something left over for our old age.”
“I will not sell the horse,” said the man. “If you don’t, I will leave you,” said the wife, and went into the house. Now let me tell you a little about the man. The townspeople and his wife thought he was becoming senile. Whenever something occurred, good or bad, he would say, “Maybe it’s a blessing, maybe it’s a curse, only Allah knows.” Whatever befell him, that’s what he would say. That’s what he said when the townspeople gathered on his land to see the horse and told him what good fortune he had. And that’s what he said to his wife after she told him that he should sell or she would leave.
The next morning, he began building a corral for the horse. His wife became angry. She went to her sister down the road. The man shrugged his shoulders and said, “Maybe it’s a blessing, maybe it’s a curse, only Allah knows.”
The story of the beautiful horse traveled from village to village, town to town, and finally to the capital city where the sultan, a lover of horses, heard it. He called his lieutenant and told him to go to the farmer and offer him a bag of gold for the horse. A vast sum of money.
“What if he won’t sell?” asked the lieutenant.
“Then kill him,” said the sultan, “and bring me the horse.”
The sultan’s soldiers arrived at the farmer’s house. The horse was as beautiful as they had been told, and the lieutenant offered the farmer the bag of gold for the house.
“Thank you,” said the farmer, “but I don’t want to sell.”
The lieutenant asked the farmer to walk with him. He liked the old man, who reminded him of his father.
“Please take the money,” the lieutenant said.
“No,” the farmer said.
“My orders are to kill you and take the horse if you won’t sell it to me.”
“The horse is not for sale.”
“Please, this will be your death.”
“Maybe it’s a blessing, maybe it’s a curse, only Allah knows.”
The lieutenant said he had an errand in another village, but would return in a few days. He begged the farmer to think about selling horse.
The townspeople gathered and started to argue with the farmer. “You will be rich!” “Maybe it’s a blessing, maybe it’s a curse, only Allah knows.”
That night the farmer had a dream. Maybe something in the dream woke him. It was around 3 A.M. and he went outside. There was a mist. The horse was beautiful, moving in and out of the mist, disappearing and reappearing. As the farmer moved closer, he felt something special, extraordinary, in every part of his body. He remembered old teachings which said that God took the first breath of His day at this time. He felt touched by God, filled with light, washed clean of imperfection, and that feeling stayed with him. The horse looked magnificent, his breath steaming from his nostrils into the mist.
Later that morning the farmer’s son decided to ride the horse. He rode bareback through the forest and past fields. He felt wonderful, the wind caressing his face and pulling at strands of his hair. He wrapped his arms around the house’s neck. He was at one with the horse until the horse stepped into a hole, throwing the boy high into the air. Falling, the boy broke both his legs. The townspeople found him and carried him home. “You didn’t listen to us,” they said to the farmer. “If you had sold the horse, this wouldn’t have happened. Now your son has two broken legs.” “Maybe it’s a blessing, maybe it’s a curse, only Allah knows,” the farmer replied.
The next morning, the farmer looked outside and saw a terrible sight. In fact, he saw nothing. The horse was gone. The townspeople said, “You could have sold him for money, and you didn’t. So your son went riding and broke both his legs. Now you don’t even have the horse.” “Maybe it’s a blessing, maybe it’s a curse, only Allah knows,” said the farmer.
“The soldiers will come back,” said the townspeople, “and they won’t believe you when you say the horse disappeared. They will torture you, and then they’ll kill you.” “Maybe it’s a blessing, maybe it’s a curse, only Allah knows,” said the farmer.
The soldiers didn’t return. War had broken out. All the young men were called into the army, except for the farmer’s son with his two broken legs. “You’re lucky,” the townspeople said to the farmer. “We will never see our sons again. You will have someone to care for you in old age, but we will be alone.” “I’ve told you before,” said the farmer. “Don’t you understand? Maybe it’s a blessing, maybe it’s a curse, only Allah knows.”
The Power Is Here Now – Alexia Chellun (432Hz)
The power of love is here now
The power of now is here now
The power of you and me is here
To create magic on earth
Let the water wash away your tears
Let the fire burn away your fears
Let the wind blow into your life such faith and trust
Let the earth hold you, take care of you and nurture you
Neil Young – Harvest Moon
Amadou & Mariam – Je pense à toi
A rare phenomenon where the moon and the waterfall are one
“In theocracies ruled by the will of God, people will find that God hates weird people who refuse to conform.In philosopher-kingdoms ruled by pure reason, people will find that pure reason condemns weird people who refuse to conform.And in enlightened liberal democracies where we “tolerate anything except intolerance”, people will find that weird people who refuse to conform are intolerant.”~ Scott Alexander
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