Transitions
I've been interested for several years in the transition town movement - started in Totnes, England, it seeks to help communities increase their own self-resilience. It facilitates this through community meetings, letting each town choose their own course, whether through community gardens or CSA's or incubator farm to build up their own food access, local currency to support their own businesses, and skill-sharing workshops to allow residents to learn from each other.
and what an apt name for me to latch on to. my life is always in transition; I cannot really remember a time when my current living situation did not have an end date; whether through an upcoming move, a graduation, a seasonal job or just knowing that the next opportunity awaited me.
So it is interesting for me to consider transitions when I am not currently plotting to move. I'm here in New Hampshire, with a job, a partner, in the midst of a masters program. And for me to reflect on how much transition is happening below the surface, like a duck that seems stable going up current but is paddling madly underneath.
Like this relationship: in two weeks it will change dramatically, as he moves across the ocean. and this house I've recently started housesitting. In August my friend will return and the dynamics of the house will shift. And my job, where my best friend will come to be my assistant in a week. They are not endings or beginnings; but they are all transitions. My connection with my partner is deep, and as he moves further away the connection I have with my best friend will shift to living in the same town and working together again.
Farming has taught me a lot about the transitions from one season to the next. the end of summer doesn't mean that summer will not return next year. That faith, that the sun will rise again in the morning, that the white throats will come back to New England to sing in May, is the force of the water that keeps tugging me along, not allowing me to dwell in the eddy long before the current of life unfolding sweeps me around the next turn.
domingo, 24 de junio de 2012
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