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When? Saturday, 8.7.17 from 9:30am-2:30pm
Where? Wonky Manor on Ekibin Rd, Annerley/Brisbane (exact address TBA)
What? A casual day of:
– learning about and trying out various kinds of health care
– brief interviews with practitioners – who we are, our philosophy and approach to healing, what we offer
– taking part in group classes
– hanging out, networking, sharing food, bonding… in short, building community in a festival type setting 🙂
– Indoor and outdoor activities with 3 massage and consultation spaces available
– Flying – KaHuna style
– Live Music, Jamming & creative corner for colouring in and releasing our inner children 🙂 with acesonuedContinue reading Fusion HEALth Salon @ Wonky Manor→
2017 has been a huge year for me, and I bet it has been for you too. Everybody’s been saying it. Challenging, rewarding, and all those nuances inbetween.
And the time’s gone so quick as well, quicker again, surely, than the year before, which went quicker than the year before that and so on…
My folks over in good ole Germany also had a bit of a huge year, not least because they will be moving in 4 weeks time (downsizing and all that) – and that’s why I am going over again – as a friendly littler helper, for a bit of a Northern Sea holiday and to spend precious time with those nearest and dearest I don’t get to hug in person all that much.
Alas, all this jetsetting begs the obvious question of ethical me:
What kind of a hypocrite solarpunkster am I?
Preaching water while gorging myself wine, much?
Going on another plane trip, jetting around the world like the privileged middle class white woman I am?
This ethical conundrum really hit me, where else but in the shower yesterday. What to do? How to live more true to my values? How to add more integrity to my life?
And the answer came up reasonable quick, no doubt thanks to the infinite wisdom of the universe that I have been surrendering to and tapping into and opening up to so much lately:
I shall plant some trees to offset my plane travels!
And it just so happens that my beloved has just moved to a property of several acres that is in need of more native trees and shrubs to give more privacy and attract more bird life!
So, this Solarpunkster is gonna commission a couple hundred dollars worth of trees to soak up her plane trip!
There are simple, often creative remedies for hypocrisy and so many other issues plaguing the world and humanity – here just one example.
Since I first met Laura aka acesonued (pronounced: ah-key-so-noo-eed) at Zday 2015 in Brisbane, she has really embraced her own style. And that style has become more and more Solarpunk whenever I had the pleasure of checking it out. Or the other way around, acesonued is defining the Solarpunk style more and more – after all the Solarpunk style is still being birthed by artists just like her.
acesonued’s visual art is an expressive scifi-manga-co(s)mic-psychedelic-solarpunk fusion which I would call Dali-esque at times (not that I have many visual artsy credentials but I know Dali-dream style when I lay eyes on it!) – colourful, explosive, thoughtful, multi-faceted – in short, beautiful.
If that wasn’t Solarpunk enough yet, acesonued is also a musician. She plays guitar and piano, writes her own music and portrays it in her angelic voice – acting as much-needed and appreciated support in the healing of our Great Mother Earth and our own kind.
I greatly admire acesonued’s dedication to her creative expression, her art and style. She really lives on a different plane than most, sees the world with different eyes, and through her visions and creations shapes the world around her for the better – baby step by baby step.
Just like most of us Solarpunks do!
acesonued is showcasing her work and playing some tunes this coming weekend at her cave in Annerley, Brisbane, so come on over, say hi – and maybe even support her by buying a print that calls out to your heart’s desire…
One of the things Solarpunks like to do in their spare time is finding ways to enrich their own lives and those of others’. Doesn’t sound punk enough? Well, rethinking (and then actioning) where we gather to make any kind of art plays a role in system change, just like any other action does when we remind ourselves that we are making history everyday.
Solarpunks keep interaction with the dominant system to a minimum, bend rules and leave impressions to challenge the status quo.
This friendly bunch of Brisbane Solarpunks likes to sing and jam together, and a few weeks ago they set out to explore interesting public places in terms of their acoustics.
The stormwater drain near the highway boasted street art, mad acoustics, and friendly dogs being taken for walks. It also proved suitable for a celebratory glass of champagne.
The stone stairwell at one of our big universities enthralled…angelic echoes and heavenly vibrations…where time stops being and being takes over, without thought but with voice, hum hum hummmmmm … trying out new tunes without feeling self conscious as they are meant to be there… notes with neither beginning nor end, where it’s obvious that sound was there first…
The holiday is already 12 days old today! (And terrible internet mixed with a hint of laziness has prevented me from posting this earlier!)
Every day has held so much life, love, and presence. It feels so good, so right, to be centered nowadays (most of the time anyway), to cultivate and nurture this presence, to fully live, enjoy and appreciate every moment…
Apart from that, I have definitely hit a slight low point today. It is the day after the main night at the Sommerhausen wine fest where we drank and danced with a wild variety of people. So I am feeling a little worn out. We still made ourselves a gorgeous day, with a late breakfast and then a very chilled out mini road trip to some of the gorgeous small towns around the Frankenland and along the river Main in Northern Bavaria.
Then I had a few hours to myself – precious time to have a nap and a yoga sesh, write diary and take stock of me and the now. It took a while to slot back into “me-time” – I have spent so much time with other people in the last year, and then with my family since I flew into Hamburg last week, being alone I had trouble deciding what to do first. What little routine I had is completely out (that’s holidays!) – I have not been jogging since Monday, and since Thursday no yoga or proper meditation, no journalling, no blogging, shaky internet (oh how irritating to have unreliable internet!), no reading and on top of that a lot of food I do not normally eat…
However, I have sorted some paperwork which annoyingly could not get done before I left Australia, driven a bit of Autobahn on the 500km trip from North to South (my top speed: 145km/h), had endless great conversations with my parents (as usual), gone hiking, seen a lot of natural and human-made beauty and taken a lot of photos, talked to some interesting people and finished editing a friend’s short story (I started on the plane over).
All this means that I have tons of material for blogs, but rather little time to make them into real posts…! So I concluded that I should just post what is going on – open, honest, reflecting. Like a blog should be!
There is my sister and my little nephew who I met for the first time this week, and how they raise the bar when it comes to going nappy-free right from the start…
There is the BHW, a community of people who restore old buildings from the northern German region and hold cultural events, keeping history alive…
There is Thorsten, the soulful, interesting chef from Sommerhausen’s Ristorante No.12 who opened a restaurant catering for people with food allergies in 1990 (before it became a thing), and who ensured that we had the best wine fest food ever with vegan Flammkuchen, Burgers and Sweet Potato Fries with Avocado dip…
Then there is the pioneering nun from the Vogelburg who began to grow organic grapes for wine making 60 years ago, after she got really sick from using insecticides…
There are the ‘Radwanderer’ who explore Europe by bike, riding over 100km on a good day…
But for now, there is now, and the stories can wait, as today’s much-needed rain invites us to be still and just chill…
This morning at 4am I woke up and started thinking about family. An inspiring day spent with a friend must have sparked this topic, as we shared a hug and wished each other a ‘Good night, sister!’
And so my mind rambled on about brothers and sisters…and I felt that we humans are all brothers and sisters to each other. Considering the age of our home planet and the vast amount of time preceding our existence, all humans are pretty much the same age.
So if we humans are siblings, then might animals be our aunties and uncles? They were here first, so they are older than us and not as closely related as we are to each other.
And so I related the mighty plant kingdom as our grandparents, quite a bit older than animals and a lot older than ourselves.
But where does that leave parents? …my 4am-state-of-mind wondered and wandered…and then I remembered Mother Earth and Father Sky and the circle closed.
All members of this (our) extended family are made of the same stuff – star stuff (I LOVE Carl Sagan’s Cosmos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iE9dEAx5Sgw )! Our own body’s particles are the same as the particles in everything else, be it in other humans, or animals, the plants and dirt in the garden, water, air… Our histories are intertwined, our existence tied closely together.
The holes in my early-morning-reasoning are obvious, yet so is the beauty of the simplicity of mirroring life on Earth in the familiar structure of western families.
And so it goes…if we fight each other, we fight ourselves. If we take care of each other and treat each other with respect, we will in turn be taken care of and respected.
Peace be with us, brothers, sisters and our extended family!