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New Zealand

Ngatiawa

Back at Ngatiawa on our way back up north. We have become quite attached to this place and the people.

There is something so amazing about people choosing to live in community. You add a passion for hospitality. How about a strong desire and plan for community transformation. Now make it 8 communities within an hour of each other committed to the local community and giving strength and dignity to its margin dwellers and you have something very beautiful.

Our time here has been filled with chickens,milking cows, washing dishes and cooking. Serendipity moments. Beginnings of lifelong friendships. Colliding worlds.

We are talking to them about coming back for a longer spell later on. Perhaps coming back as an “artist in residence”. We shall see.

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USA

Finished the Pilgrimage

Well, we did it. TJ walked 3 1/2 miles on the first day. Me, Abi and Hannah did 44 miles in 4 days. What a great time.

What great people to walk with.

So many new friends.

The Gadsden Times did a little speal on us and the press helped us feel like celebrities.

Check out the paparazzi : )

And then…. Potluck and Party!!!

and singing. Such good “old timie” songs like “There’ll be fried chicken in heaven”, “I’ll Fly Away” and “Victory in Jesus”.

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USA

Pilgrim Photos

Just finished 2nd day of walking. More than halfway through. Really tired but thot I would put up a few quick photos.

A photo of most of the pilgrims.

Uh, yes, why that is a volkeswagon on the top of our “Blister Bus”. This bus used to be a family home and is mid-conversion to a coffee shop.

Some very energetic teenage walkers on day 2. Hannah and Abi in the middle.

Our mini-pilgrims taking a break in the top of the “Blister Bus”. Don’t worry Grandma and Nana. We only let them up there when the bus is stationary.

That is it for now. I am SOOOOOO tired.

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USA

A Pilgrimage for Nomads

Well, we’re doing it. We are going to walk the 40 miles from Thursday to Sunday.

Me, Abi, Hannah and TJ and oh so many more. Do you see the mischief we get up to when Andrew is away.

We have come to Alabama to meet up with our friends, Al and Tina Nord, and see this amazing land they have been telling us about.

Turns out our timing is perfect once again. We are here just in time for their pilgrimage. We figure – we love pilgrimages! We love Nomads! Hey, we are Nomads! And a pilgrimage of walking with amazing, nomadic, people to raise money for a homeland for the wanderers. WE’RE IN! We are walking for “Nomads Land”. Oh Yeah! It is a place of rest for the Global Nomads, the wanderers, our friends. Check out the website.

Our friends have been dreaming about a place like this for years. It is 40 acres of paradise land with a barn and a mobile home. There are lots of buses here already but lots of room for more and places for small dwellings to be built. There are limited planning laws for building here and the neighbours love them. I say they are off to a great start.

As we have been traveling around we have noticed a need for such places around the world. Nomads are misunderstood and feared by so many.

I am sure there are some nomads that are terrible people. Who are thieves and liars and lazy to earn such a terrible reputation but we have yet to meet nomads like that.

We have met beautiful, generous, hard working individualists. People who are misunderstood because they don’t easily fit into boxes. When people are different and don’t fit easily into boxes it seems easier for the general public to fear and justify their fear by demonising.

It has been very exciting to see how places are popping up around the globe like this. Little bits of paradise for community among the misunderstood and marginalized.

No longer are people waiting for institutions and governments to step in and “do something”.

No, normal people putting everything on the line, life savings, homes, pride to create a safe haven.

Be it a haven for the wanderers, the abused, the homeless or the stolen of this world.

A few tents in the jungle so villagers can run from men with guns.

A large house or a dilapidated castle for abused artists to be fed and nursed back to life so they can find their voices again.

A few acres of farmland in the deep south of America for wanderers to rest, receive and give. A place to be part of a community that flows in and out, like the nucleus of an atom with the electrons swirling about, coming in and out in a life-giving dance.

I see so much for potential of good in Nomadic people. To do so much with so little. To turn back to comfort in order to live a life of conviction. To give so eagerly with no “agenda” for return.

So, you want to sponsor us to walk? We like walking. We like Pilgrimages. We will walk anyways because every step we take means something. If you sponsor us you can add a tinkle of a bell or a beat of a drum or a yell from a megaphone to every step we take.  Every step counts. Every cent helps.

Now time to go down and get ready for all the pilgrims showing up to walk later today.

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USA

Busing from NYC to Washington D.C.

Here we are in NYC. At the “Borders” next to Penn Station. We are waiting here bags and people piled high in a lump against one of the ceiling to floor windows waiting for our “Bolt” bus that leaves in little over an hour across the street. We did not get the van we were hoping to get so we are busing it. It seems that people won’t sell us their cheap cars if they know we are planning on driving it across the states with our kids. I am thinking now that we will be doing some bizarre combination with walking, busing, catching lifts with friends and occasionally renting a car. It will keep us on our toes and from collecting too much. We plan on sending schoolbooks and other treasures back to friends in Prague when we accumulate to much. We have had a great time in New York.

Mauricio was kind enough to drive us from their home in Poughkeepsie to “Radical Living” in Brooklyn.

Here I am at the crepe breakfast talking again. Do you recognize the guy in the middle. It is Sasa! from Prague! Dang, that guy sure gets around.

We had a great couple of days with my brother, Eric, and his lovely, and VERY pregnant wife, Jenny. They both live and work in NYC. They work in advertising. Jenny works on the Maybelline account (note advert behind Jenny).

Went to central park. My kids chose playing on the rocks instead of the very large and impressive playpark.

Took off to our buses with fellow nomad, Becky. She is in the blue and carrying all her earthly possessions. She is a writer and has no home but what she carries with her and where she lays her head at night.

I think one of my favourite things about NYC was seeing all the different cultures rubbing shoulders with each other.  Lots of Jews with ringlets and furry cakes on top of their heads. Lots and lots of beautiful colours and dress codes. Small armies of kids in matching clothes. Girls in long black skirts racing around the park on bicycles.

All in all a great time in NYC.