Rocket Stove Workshop!

WE BROUGHT THE SHIP TO LIFE.

this weekend was PHENOMENAL.

it always is the freshest of refreshing to breathe that crisp clean country air, come home with clothes smelling decadently of smoky roasted wood, and work your freaking ass off - proving to yourself that you are capable of anything you put your mind to, with the aid of friends. 

WE FINISHED capping the domes with plastic, shutting out the star-smattered sky, sunday night.

we worked in layers (except for Mike, who wore next to nothing! Indiana Jones...) and breathed through scarves. we worked around the icy mud i was in disbelief of (its not cold! its not cold! its not cold!). 

we watched the watery orange shape of a drooping half-moon rise quickly over the treeline, patterned by treefingers. she illuminated wafting clouds who appeared the fastest-moving of all we could see, yet indeed were the slowest!

we could feel the earth turn, the moon, whooshing, the stars whizzing by and all was instantaneous. 

we ate together warm wholesome good food, donated from the severe goodness of the hearts of many.

we sang at the top of our lungs, played til our fingers hummed, danced from the depths of our souls, and saluted eachother by the warmth of a fire.

WE HOWLED AT THE MOON.

WE CHANTED 'Om' in unison, made harmonies echoing deep in the ship.

we slept sound as children, illuminated by the moon, in 13 degrees, warm as kittens in our 0° sleeping bags in a tent on the mud floor of the ship. she rocked us to sleep and the singing white sails were so comforting - we were drifting away into the universe.

WE BROUGHT THE SHIP TO LIFE.

i stood in her belly, silence in the cold stillness, save for the flap flap flap of her white sails in the breeze. i stood there alone and heard distinct the deep drum of her heart beat. the Mother EarthShip is alive.

THE MOTHER EARTHSHIP

IS

ALIVE.

(thank you very much)

Humanure Rap

Poop and Pee

Poop and Pee

They transform so magically!

You gotta put em in the compost pile

And then ya let em heat up for a while

You'll be surprised cause it don't smell

That shit grows food to make you well

Poop and Pee 

Poop and Pee

They are good enough for me

We gotta grow soil, not just crops

And all this waste of my waste yeah it will stop

Yo all this waste of my waste yeah it will stop

Our top soil in degradation

We got the means for fartilization

So if you wanna give to our starving nation

Just drop them pants and make your donation

Poop and pee

Poop and pee

They are good enough for me

Poop and Pee

Poop and Pee

Poop and Pee

Poop and Pee

...You make me wanna Poop

Poop de doop de doop de doop

!!!

...

First time at the Ship.

The following are photographs from the first time I set foot on the MotherEarthship's landing site. Note the alien landscape and odd extraterrestrial-land-roving machines... :)

I actually got to operate the backhoe. Was completely scary, hilarious, difficult and rewarding. 

Me and the backhoe...

Jacob Mudd of Muddy Acres gets down on the Earthberm!

Me and Daniel Stebbins on road trip back from the site

Bottle cap found upon first setting foot on Muddy Acres farm