Sundays.

It’s become the routine at our place that Sundays are a bit of a ‘tidy-up’ day. And I know it might be daggy, but I really enjoy it. Saturdays are often for getting all of my uni work out of the way, and then a little bit of socialising, and after the bustle of the week, Sundays are just for being around the home, putting some time and energy into the space, and just going slow.

Today, we had a lovely long sleep in, after going out for dinner with friends, and then to see one of my very favourite performers, Mikelangelo, at a wonderful, intimate venue in South Melbourne last night.

Then, I made us fresh orange juice from the abundance of oranges we received in our veggie box this week, followed by an old breakfast favourite of mine: tomato and onion on toast, with some fresh herbs, spring onions and sprouts from the garden.

And then it was getting stuck into the clean! We have a house inspection later this week, so it was a little more vigorous than usual. And it was such a glorious sunny day outside – such a welcome break from a relentless winter – that it was a struggle to stay indoors long enough to get everything done. As it was, I kept going outside every half an hour to just soak up the sunshine.

Another great thing about this warm weekend is that I finally get to wear the ‘summer socks’ I made last Easter and then haven’t had a chance to wear because it’s been too cold. They're 'yoga socks' designed to keep your feet and ankles warm and your toes and heels free for yoga and pilates poses.

But I've found another practical use for them. The perfect combination: thongs AND warm feet!

Then we had a Transition Darebin meeting at a local café. I almost didn’t want to go – I really didn’t want to be indoors. But as usual, it was so inspiring and motivating to hear about everyone’s projects and ideas, so I’m glad I went.

And now I’m home again, pulling the washing in off the line, potting out a few plants and just settling in, preparing for the week ahead. Enjoying the clean and tidy house. How was your Sunday?

A House of our Own

We finally got a house! Huzzah!
Wonderful art deco style house.

With a great big back yard. Up there behind the little fence are two HUGE raised garden beds, just ready for all our veggies, a large compost set-up, and two fruit trees -- a peach and a citrus of some sort. The citrus is a little unwell, but we'll give it heaps of lovin' just as soon as we move in.

It's got a quirky little kitchen with lots of cupboards and a cute little diner-esque dining nook, and a gas oven justing waiting for all the cakes and bread I'm going to bake in there.

And gas heating to keep us snug and warm!

The only down-fall is that the toilet is outside, not inside (yelp!) not good for mid-night pee-dashes mid-winter. But I'm already coming up with ideas for composting indoor pee-buckets to save me from the cold.

In fact, we're coming up with all sorts of ideas for the space. The shed on this property is so big. Plenty of room for Dom's workshop (with work-benches and shelves all ready to go) with enough room left over to create some sort of community/ living space with couches and rugs and tables so we can run a brew-club, and work shops and crafternoons. Because we don't have a car, and what else would you do with a garage, anyway?

We went to visit it yesterday (we wont get the keys until next week) and I was so excited, with plans for rhubarb and passionfruit vines and herb-spirals and worm-farms, a barbecue and outdoor arrangements. We're hoping to get one, maybe two other people to live with us, hopefully of the Transition/permaculture persuasion. I'm really looking forward to living there!

Walking the Path

I am so excited. Tomorrow I return to uni for the year and my new working arrangements commence. As from tomorrow, my work hours will be less, and I’ve taken on one more uni subject a semester. Even though I’ll be earning less money (and I wasn’t earning that much to begin with...) this balance feels better. From now on, I’ll be a publishing student who supports herself by working in childcare, not a childcare worker who studies publishing in her spare time. It’s a small distinction, I know, but an important one.

It feels like my new year is starting now, and these last two months have been a sort of holding pattern – necessary to recharge and regroup and save a little cash, but not the year proper.

This week, there is also a Transition Darebin meeting happening. At this meeting, I’ll be talking to members of the ex-initiating group about the role I am to play. I’ve volunteered myself – for better or for worse – for the role of media officer. I figure it’ll be a way to use my new found publishing and communications skills for sustainability and community, and it might even look good on my resume...

I’ve also joined the ‘Clothing and Materials Working Group’ (better name yet to come) working with some other people around ethical and sustainable clothing and crafts.

In a way, this week feels like a microcosm of the rest of the year to come – shifting focus from the dominance of a career that doesn’t quite make my heart sing, to all the things I really do want: books and how to make them, and sustainable living. It feels so exciting and I feel the presence and power of it.

I was at a talk today at the Thornbury theatre, Women of Letters. Six women wrote a letter to their ‘turning point’ and read them out aloud to us. One awkwardly beautiful woman told us her turning point came to her as an epiphany one listless, leisurely afternoon in a long line of listless, leisurely afternoons. It was something I’ve heard many times before, but there was something about the immediacy of this young woman standing before me that really made it resonate this time; she could have been me, so her story could have been mine. ‘Find your passion and stick to it,’ she said. ‘Walk that path, even when it’s hard,’ and she tattooed a compass on her wrist to remind her.

I have no compass tattooed on my wrist, but I can feel it pulling me in the right direction. I know my passions now, better each day. And I’m walking the path.

Transition Towns

Upon my return from travelling in Africa, I spent two months recovering from broken ribs on my mother’s farm, Purple Pear. Here, sitting around the dining room table drinking tea and nibbling on home-made biscuits, I witnessed the first few meetings of Transition Maitland, and had my introduction to the Transition Towns movement.

Transition Towns, a movement that began in England in 2006 aims to create societies resilient against two of the biggest challenges of our time: climate change and peak oil. It aims to do this by strengthening local communities and creating initiatives which move away from a reliance on fossil fuels and towards self-sustainability.

It was a very exciting time to be around Transition Maitland, to be a part of its visioning process and the first few events. I had the sense of it being a very important initiative, with the right focus for me – dealing with important problems with an active, but not overly political approach. I felt torn about leaving, then, when everything seemed to be happening, but in the end I cam to Melbourne anyway. However, I knew this movement was something I wanted to be a part of, so I started looking into it when I arrived.

I’d heard of a few Transition movements in Melbourne. There was one for our Local Government area, Transition Yarra, but aside from a few movie nights (which I’d managed to miss due to uni assignment due dates and the like) it didn’t seem to be very active. Then there were two others nearby: Transition Brunswick and Transition Darebin.

We went to a picnic run by Transition Brunswick on what felt like the hottest day of the year (especially after biking for half an hour!) which was fun. It seems like an energetic group with a lot of exciting ideas about what to do next. There was a talk from the sustainability officer from Moreland council about waste reduction and recycling, which was rather interesting. A lot of it was stuff I was already aware of, but there was some new stuff too, like: I didn’t know that the somewhat squishy plastic of the biscuit tray is recyclable, as is aluminium foil. Now I do. Or: in Germany, there is a tax on packaging. In an effort to create a ‘polluter pays system’, the more packaging a product has, the more the tax the producer of the product must pay. Also, if a product at the supermarket has more than one layer of packaging (breakfast cereals in plastic and then in a cardboard box, or individually wrapped muesli bars, for instance) you can leave the outer layers at the checkout and the store has to deal with them. Which just sounds fantastic to me. Lets all move to Germany.

It was a fun afternoon, but, all in all, it wasn’t quite what I was after. For starters, I want to move to a different area of Melbourne – not too far away, but not in Brunswick either. And secondly, while Transition Brunswick is an exciting new group, it is just that: new. And with any new community group, there is a lot of planning and talking to be done. While I appreciate that this stage is important and necessary, I really want to be doing right now. So, it was off to investigate Transition Darebin.

Transition Darebin felt like what I was after from the start. It’s in the area where I want to live, and it’s been running for nearly two years. All the groundwork has been sorted out and now it’s time to get stuck into things.

Dom and I attended the kickoff meeting in early February, and it seems we came at a good time. The initiating committee – a group of skilled and enthusiastic people who’d established Transition Darebin – were wrapping up and preparing to take on less lime-lit roles. They asked for volunteers to take on some of the key roles like IT person, meetings co-ordinator, council liaison and so on. I put my hand up to be the media liaison, because I think it will be a nice way to link in my current studies with my involvement in Transition Towns.

There was a lot of talk about where to go next. Now that the group is established with a fairly strong active membership, there are a lot of ideas floating around for exciting projects for the group: urban orchards, food swaps, preserving workshops, and the one I was most interested in was for a group of people who meet regularly to swap skills and tips about sustainable craft. Right up my alley!

So, a very interesting introduction to Transition Darebin. There’ll be another meeting soon where we will all plan the next steps in the new project working groups, and I’ll meet up soon with someone who’ll introduce me to the media liaison ropes. This year is shaping up to be something good!