On the evening of the final day of IPC India, pull a white plastic chair out from under the thatch roof of a makeshift classroom and set it along the edge between a garden and a path. Have a seat as the sun sets and the evening stirs. Departure tends to begin before we notice, drawing attention inward before heaving and arcing out from the center. Clusters have formed, and invisible networks have been laid like buried fiber optics to ensure connectivity—but the true test of c
Make: to form (something) by putting parts together or combining substances; to construct or create. Shift: from Old English sciftan ‘arrange, divide, apportion,’ related to German schichten ‘to layer, stratify.’ To makeshift is to build—from what is readily available—something temporary; to build by layers, combining existing materials in planned obsolescence. The elements, briefly constructing a whole, are designed to return to the essence of their parts. To the casual pass
We are asked to take a moment. Lower your hand to the ground. Run your fingers through the dry grass or press them into the loose clay. Pick out small fragments of wood, stone, and chaff, and roll them across your palm. Wherever you are from, and whether you hold an intimate knowledge of your ancestors or not, turn your mind to those who came before you—who are responsible in a literal way for your being here today. On what land did they live? How did they interact, inform, a
Twenty-five year old Wycliffe Otieno of Kenya, Africa runs a youth center in his community where he trains youth to incorporate permaculture-inspired principles on their family farms. Using theater and dancing as storytelling and teaching techniques, Wycliffe emphasizes a "youth agenda" to ensure that the younger generation leaves their land better than they inherited it. You can reach Wycliffe at firstname.lastname@example.org http://www.sharepeacepermaculture.blogspot.in/ #ipc
Small and Slow Solutions Waking in the early hours of the morning, the music of rural India pocks the morning soundscape: a chorus of warbling birds from the tall grasses of a nearby lake; the crackle of a wood fire heating metal buckets of water for morning baths; and the splash of that warm water scooped from a bucket, poured over the body, and then crashing down upon the concrete slab floor of a bamboo-sheeted outdoor shower.
The press of cold nights and hot days carries
Patterns to Details The Conference came to a ceremonious close last evening, with all in attendance gathering on stage to celebrate the hard work of the event's volunteer organizers and supporters. The evening concluded with a series of regional cultural performances, including a presentation of classical Sufi music and storytelling.
Several songs from regions across India were shared. A particularly memorable piece told the tale of a farmer lamenting the loss of his crops t
Observe and Interact. India presents an iteration of spatial awareness unfamiliar to the Western world. Collision and contact increase—physically, socially, emotively—in disrupting and enlivening ways.
Moving around—and travel more generally—opens a range of sensory experience. Packed like sardines in crushed tin cans, we shuffle about as though the will of some greater force demands that we know our neighbor.
But more essential than collision is proximity. We move like f