poland

Today I met a lovely Polish-Australian who is married to a Polish-American who has a house and a growing permaculture operation on her tiny plot of yard north of Sydney where trees still grow and there is quiet.
I am going to begin a cooperative honeybee experience with her. It was a natural and relaxing sort of afternoon, swapping stories of resourceful things we did in our home countries when the rural life demanded it. Normal Americans might not have known what she was talking about...(I mean normal ones who live in places like Chicago, New York, LA and the suburbs) but this girl, coming from a working class family with farming backgrounds knew about all of it.
I left the city feeling slightly agro and tired/wired, thinking about the email I had received from the boss and how I ought to respond and how I could possibly pay my list of fees and still eat bla bla bla.
Coming back, I was reading my book sprawled unladylike on the train like I didn't care how presentable I appeared.....generally feeling my wild self. Whenever I leave and come back, it is so apparent how difficult this town is for me. I find myself connecting and being drawn to the country girls and to the landscapes outside the city.
While this brings peace and some reprieve, I find it hard to fit myself in my mind back in a place where I can feel no soil under my feet, nor grow things out of earth.

However, today marks the 3rd woman in a month that I have met with to keep bees. May the trend continue and grow.

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