Every sunday night, at seven o'clock, Plankton has a potluck. Everyone is welcomed, bring a food to pass. (or drink.)
I wanted to share this photo. Alex, a good friend of mine and my brother (not literally), made a quiche. In the shape of a rabbit. That's also his sake in the photo. I wish i had gotten it before hand, but it was very cheesy and was eaten quite quickly.
A different type of intentional community is a house called Bird House. A bunch of members from Bird stopped on by. We played with Annara's guitar (she's 7). Ate cherries on the porch. We sang a bunch, and I ended the night by fire eating. Which is ALWAYS a positive.
Lydia, a beautiful goddess friend, is doing an exchange with me, Fire in exchange for yoga lessons. I would LOVE to learn yoga. I'm a little giddy inside.
It's night's like these that make me happy to be living where I am. It was a perfect combination of old friends and new soon-to-be-friends. Sharing food, in my life and religious traditions, is an honor. It is a sign of respect and equality. It is a covenant of a community. These potlucks define that perfectly. We all sat together and enjoyed each others company. By the end of it, I even managed to have a skill share (Lydia the goddess from earlier).
I am satiated and ready for bed. Living here sometimes is a rewarding embrace.
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