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Sadhana Forest is an amazing place; it is 5 years old and built from nothing. The land was not unlike the moon upon arrival, and through love and tireless effort, the Rozim family, Aviram, Yorit, Osher and Shalev, and a transient volunteer population have planted thousands of trees, and established a fully functional, eco community. [read on]
Only 8 sleeps until departure and I’m reminded why I am. I rush inside to the middle cottage, 5 newworld st, trying to get away from the cold dark gloom outside. Clouds block out the Southern Cross making the world seem close, compact and closeted. The clouds don’t bock out the rain though and light drops sprinkle my face as I run, resting gently like tiny diamonds, or a glowing sheen of fairy dust. But even such fantasies don’t hold me out. The cold is numbing and I bound over the balcony railing in one. Into the pandemonic and messy interiors.
madib