ON THE eBENCH : Watch this Space. I am going for one month of writing in the 3rd person ( more or less). Describing a photograph or topic. That should be interesting. Post of 250 words. Leaving ME out of it.
THE YAAN : Heard on the Radio “As soon as a community needs to be labelled as a community, it is no longer a community.”
That’s one viewpoint. Bundagen, however, formed intentionally. It is a coastal community. Right beside the Pacific Ocean. On Tuesdays, they have CAFÉ. Café is food prepared by members of the Community and sold for less than $10 a plate. Fresh and beautiful No shoes are worn inside the Main House.
It looks sometimes a little tattered. The mosaics a little neglected. Nonetheless, hundreds of people live in there. A drive through the forest to the gates. It was going to be sold for a gold course back in the 80s when the world thought it could fly forever on tourism and decadence. Instead, shares were sold and multiple occupancy formed. Its , maybe 3 generations out there now. The children of the children are coming along. They say the school might re-open. No mains power. Life in Bundagen is off the grid.
Near the entrance is a totem pole. Oftentimes, a kookaburra sits on top of the Pole. Kookaburras, like monks, KNOW things.
They bury their own out there. Its been a Community long enough now to lose people. Sometimes people come up from the City with oddling dreams of what life in Bundagen will be like. One ran a cable in without getting Community permission. One called in a pest control company. People do odd things when following unclear dreams.
And on Tuesdays they have CAFÉ.