Another strange day, up early (7am) for sunrise chanting. Almost. Qi gong and intention setting.
This self-care advice from insta neuro-science based happiness person is actually helping. Throw your hands up in the air and say Yes! Try it, when I remember it really does feel good. Hahaha laughter yoga is quite effective too. I went to a laughing yoga class in Camperdown park a few times, back when I was living in Newtown. We pretended to hit a hole-in-one, then laughed, or shooting a movie, and laugh.
Then a few hours of knitting and listening to ABC radio summer programs – always fascinating. Yesterday it was ghosts and eels (did you know way back when you could pay your rent in eels? true story) followed by the nap minister. Today the trajectory took us to the Northern Lands Council calling out repeated malfeasance by the mining companies – how is it possible there are still corporate and government contracts trying to rip off the traditional owners and start mining Kakadu national park for uranium? As the saying goes, white australia has a black history. The stories of Pacific Islander contributions to life and business in Queensland followed – blackbirding, you may not know of is basically the slave trade. People were stolen from their homes in Pacific island regions and brought to work on the sugar cane. Illegal human trafficking, the western world is built on the backs of unpaid labour. It’s an absolute travesty.
And yet trying to live outside capitalism is almost impossible – easier to imagine the end of the world, than the end of capitalism, as the saying goes.
One day I might find links to all of these, or else it will all just drift into the ether and get entangled.
After that a brief trip to stock up on supplies – thankful for Aldi, it’s almost the only affordable food in this country. Except for the farmer’s market, which I miss terribly. Aim in life, be able to shop at farmer’s market, buy local produce direct from the growers / makers. Solarpunk A.F.
Then an hour or two making a profile to find a new home on flatmates.com. Looking at real estate is very depressing. That sent me into a spin and after 2 hours on screen time, my eyes are blurred and itching.
I used to be able to hyper focus on the computer, but now it zaps me completely.
A few hours in a slump, binge watching Shetland and knitting. Chatted to mum, I’m very open about my state of mind these days and she is being supportive and understanding in a way that feels genuine. I’m still dealing with undiagnosed neuro-diversity and all the ways that has affected me in life. Step by step.
So that just about brings us up to date. I had a reply from one of the nicest house-shares, with a 6 week sublet possible and will go visit them on video chat tomorrow. Fingers crossed. Inter-generational living, it’s the way of the future. Also very solarpunk. Over for now, but not out!