Yup, been a while. Aware of that.<\/p>\n
In the main, recently, we have been living life and enjoying our new home, and Our Pirate Life has seemed less and less relevant. I think the moment I began visualizing the style of Ikea dining table with which I was hoping to furnish my living room is the point at which I officially lost my pirate status.<\/p>\n
It was immensely fun being a pirate. I recently read an article about \u2018rewilding\u2019 and I would say that that is what the five months at Pirate Camp were for the four of us. We reconnected with ourselves and our environment. We rewilded. We were pretty wild before. Never tame(!), but we had forgotten how wild wereally<\/em> are.<\/p>\n So, what does that mean we have been doing for the past two months? Recivilising? I suppose, in some ways, yes, that really is exactly what we have been doing.<\/p>\n From the initial shock of the subdivision (which nonetheless turned out to have some very friendly neighbors), and then the joyous relief of finding a home, we have been re-entering civilization in a manner true to form.<\/p>\n We moved in, took the doors off their hinges (interior); painted some walls; let the kids muralize; ripped out the tv cable; began hoarding rodents and leporidae (bunnies!); hung some flags; thanks to the connections and generosity of new friends and community members, managed to acquire a sofa bed, two living room sofas, a coffee table, and two goats (a mama and her baby girl); and met most of the neighbors. Ziggy is now over a month into his magical Waldorf school \u2013 the school I (literally) dreamed of while back in New Mexico almost two years ago\u2026 a beautiful home, on 10 green and wooded acres, with a river running through it, horses, pigs, enchanted teachers, I could go on.<\/p>\n I could go on about all of this. I could talk about the puppy I found by the side of the road today and brought home (flea-ridden, worm-infested, exhausted, about 6 weeks old, terrified, grateful, affectionate, loving, ours) called Yaya, Taino for Higher Power, or Creator. I could talk about Coco\u2019s new playdate group and the empowered and interesting, honest and humbled women I have been lucky enough to connect with through our shared motherhood and backyards and homes. I could talk about the Farmers\u2019 Market and the night-time Art Market; or the essential oil magician and the chiropractor, both of whom feel as if they were placed right there in my path inviting me to heal.<\/p>\n I could talk about the buck I am taking my Nubian goat mama to get impregnated by (si Dios quiere) tomorrow; or the beach walks I take on an almost daily basis with my daughter and dogs; the fruit trees we are unveiling in the yard as we hack through vegetation and the goats eat; the raw goat milk from three doors up; the yummy local eggs; the local pig we are going to load into our freezer(!); the roadside fruit stands that satiate our sweet teeth with pineapple, papaya, guanabana, mango, bananas; the delicious chocolate mousse we have been chowing down on thanks to all these avocados people keep palming off on us as they are just everywhere and can\u2019t all be eaten ever.<\/p>\n The surf lessons, the money-management breakthroughs, the business insights, the incredible artist who has offered to create some images for our upcoming album project, the breakthroughs musically in attitude to production, performance and purpose. The hoarding of driftwood. The luxury of running water, Laundromats, electric lights, flushing loos that we will ne\u2019er cease to marvel at.<\/p>\n The barn plans; the garden plans; the burgeoning herb garden; the night I superglued my dog\u2019s neck back together while Justin was out of town with the car; the rebalancing of heart and soul and the deep aligning with spirit that happens when you are where you are meant to be.<\/p>\n Gawd, there\u2019s more. So much more. Of course there is. This is Life. You all know that. You\u2019re all here too.<\/p>\n With this blog, Our Pirate Life, I began writing to document a moment in time, a point in our evolution and a time in our lives. And I think I did that very well. My writing had a focus. I wasn\u2019t writing about me, or us, or \u2018our crazy family\u2019 or \u2018our day to day\u2019 or whatever humdeedumdrum. I had an angle. Only now I don\u2019t.<\/p>\n This blog has ceased to have a point.<\/p>\n Oh Life has a point, oh yes. Many many myriad points, so many as to make life a complex and beautiful organic crystalline formation, as magical as it ever was and as simply complex as it always is.<\/p>\n It\u2019s just the writing about it part that feels redundant somehow.<\/p>\n It\u2019s kind of a thing of four quadrants: the reader\u2019s desire to know, the writer\u2019s desire to tell; the reader\u2019s need to know, and the writer\u2019s need to tell. I feel that the best writing hits all four. Our Pirate Life hit all four of these quadrants at different times. And even, I would somewhat unBritishly dare to state, hit three of them at a time, most of the time. And, on the odd occasion, even all four, for the fleeting moment of a sentence or few.<\/p>\n Yet now. No, reader, you did not need to know any of the details I have just relayed to you. You are still reading because either a \u2013 you started so you shall therefore finish, b \u2013 you like me, c \u2013 you don\u2019t like me and want to slag me off in your head or to someone or other after you have finished, d \u2013 you have no idea how you stumbled onto this page and it\u2019s late and you can\u2019t sleep and it\u2019s better than worrying about your health or your marriage or your children\u2019s behavioral problems, or e \u2013 you stopped reading ages ago and I am talking to the firewall.<\/p>\n The thing is this. The worst dross on the internet hits one of the quadrants only \u2013 either the reader\u2019s desire to know or<\/em> the writer\u2019s desire to tell. It is either some worthless drivel floating about because someone just wanted to put it there but it is of no interest, use or diversion to man nor cyborg. Or \u2013 worse still \u2013 it was compiled or written utterly mindlessly by anywho or other who can\u2019t spell or punctuate or deviate, innovate or more creatively recreate than to offer up stale and flimsy waffling shite about somethingthehellorelse simply because someone will read it, and they may make a small sliver of a buck based upon that chance. That is where the mindless flannel lies. All the vanity, all the fluff, all the bs, the posturing, the marketing of nonsense, the propagating of falsehoods, the excessive screen time.<\/p>\n So, I am not saying that this will be my last post ever. But I am saying this: I no longer have the desire to write down and post on the internet the stories and insights of life with my pirate three. I don\u2019t have the desire to because I don\u2019t have the need. I don\u2019t need to because I have found a wider community that I connect with again. I do not feel ostracized or isolated and, at this time in my life, I am not doing anything so challenging to the status quo that it needs to be documented.<\/p>\n I may post updates as our goats breed, as horses come into our lives, as we build a barn from pallets, get chickens going again, as we learn about our soil here and as we move further into food sustainability.<\/p>\n But not much else. Need to know basis. Ya get me?<\/p>\n And as for writing, it was recently suggested to me by someone whose opinion I greatly respect, that I should start writing short stories. As writing, I have rediscovered, is something that I very much need to do; and as writing short stories awakens a desire in me, then that is what I shall do with my limited writing hours.<\/p>\n Thank you everyone for your support and for the kind words and honest reflections from your own experiences that you have offered in the comments of this blog. It has meant so much to me.<\/p>\n Thank you also for the stories that you have shared via your own blogs.<\/p>\n Anything I need to tell you, be assured that I will. Anything you want to know \u2013 ask.<\/p>\n Let\u2019s agree to wish only the best for each other.<\/p>\n Smell ya later\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Yup, been a while. Aware of that. In the main, recently, we have been living life and enjoying our new home, and Our Pirate Life has seemed less and less relevant. 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