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Memorial Day Weekend
26 May 2025 21:00The land is 20 acres purchased for 20K back in the 1990's. Accessible down a road, through a gate, a walk across a bog and down a dirt trail.
My log entry from last year was a solo excursion, in which I note the movie "Love! Valour! Compassion!" which brought a smile to my face, not to mention I wrote in the same ink this year. Chucked the book under the bench, chalked my name on the board outside. There was much need to mark who was last on the land. This weekend there was 8 total, including myself and the buddy I took up. Enjoyed seeing someone's reaction to the space for the first time. Glad hje had a good time and explored around. We did a lap around the space, before the six hour drive back.
Much discussion was held regarding purchasing land up north, be it the fairy land, or another parcel, Eureka owned, and we visited, which both are not on the market. Informational purposes only. As in me. We should have stoped somewhere along the route, if anything break up the drive and stretch the legs, get something to eat. I was a bit cranky when he dropped me off.
The governance of the Northwood Tribe of Radikal Faeries, has dissolved with loose ends such as the future of the land, starting to take note by some of the "elders." There's capitol left over which supports the taxes, and someone who continues to pay the taxes. At times of the year various people who attend the land, such as ourselves this weekend, clean up the place as best as one can. There hasn't been a big gathering in quite some time, topping out of 8 over the last few days, is something.
I'm having trouble with holding on to keeping the space sacred and as a sanctuary. There are ashes of ancestors buried out on the island, and memories stomped into the earth. There's an energy, uniqueness and some remnants of small shrines spread throughout the land. Not seen or known by the majority in attendance. They have no history, or knowledge of the place. To Them it is just a place, a destination, merely a space and a container.
Beans, left a jar of mushrooms, as an offering for others. I spit the lot with Lynx, explaining to my buddy that I found the leaving of drugs on the land was disrespectful. Just not a good idea in a space like this. Some non-parishible food, some coffee, sure, but not magic mushrooms.
Who knows the next time I'll be on the land or what the future holds, or who discovers it after I and all the others are gone.
My log entry from last year was a solo excursion, in which I note the movie "Love! Valour! Compassion!" which brought a smile to my face, not to mention I wrote in the same ink this year. Chucked the book under the bench, chalked my name on the board outside. There was much need to mark who was last on the land. This weekend there was 8 total, including myself and the buddy I took up. Enjoyed seeing someone's reaction to the space for the first time. Glad hje had a good time and explored around. We did a lap around the space, before the six hour drive back.
Much discussion was held regarding purchasing land up north, be it the fairy land, or another parcel, Eureka owned, and we visited, which both are not on the market. Informational purposes only. As in me. We should have stoped somewhere along the route, if anything break up the drive and stretch the legs, get something to eat. I was a bit cranky when he dropped me off.
The governance of the Northwood Tribe of Radikal Faeries, has dissolved with loose ends such as the future of the land, starting to take note by some of the "elders." There's capitol left over which supports the taxes, and someone who continues to pay the taxes. At times of the year various people who attend the land, such as ourselves this weekend, clean up the place as best as one can. There hasn't been a big gathering in quite some time, topping out of 8 over the last few days, is something.
I'm having trouble with holding on to keeping the space sacred and as a sanctuary. There are ashes of ancestors buried out on the island, and memories stomped into the earth. There's an energy, uniqueness and some remnants of small shrines spread throughout the land. Not seen or known by the majority in attendance. They have no history, or knowledge of the place. To Them it is just a place, a destination, merely a space and a container.
Beans, left a jar of mushrooms, as an offering for others. I spit the lot with Lynx, explaining to my buddy that I found the leaving of drugs on the land was disrespectful. Just not a good idea in a space like this. Some non-parishible food, some coffee, sure, but not magic mushrooms.
Who knows the next time I'll be on the land or what the future holds, or who discovers it after I and all the others are gone.