Sunday, 8 May 2016

Woofing at chandelier springs and dinner with a cult

Woofing at chandelier springs and the night I had dinner with a cult 


There are moments in life where you arrive somewhere and internally ask, ‘where the fuck have I ended up?’ Chandelier Springs, a farm in valley centre California (about 2hrs from San Diego) has certainly provided quite a few of those moments. 
When you read the profile of a farm on the woofing website you begin to get some idea of the kind of place it is, and further conversation with the host always helps. But places like chandelier springs are hard to put into words.

I arrived at the farm which is set back from an already remote town, down a dirt track, past abandoned trailers. I knew I'd be meeting someone called spencer and it turned out to be a sandy haired 26 year old recovering addict, devout Christian, music loving, cartoon artist and son of an eccentric farmer. After struggling with the highs and lows of life for a bit his dad has let him take over the running of a diverse organic farm which has ultimately become his recovery and passion. Doug, his dad, who is the host runs a soil business but his organic farm is his real passion which he ultimately hopes to make money from, but for now it's mostly experimenting with crops and creating a sustainable community filled with woofers. Spencer always refers to him as doug rather than dad, which tells you a whole lot about their relationship, and they seem to have pretty different ideas about the direction of the farm, but ultimately they both want to teach woofers and create friendly communities. 

It can be a little frustrating when you plan a work day with Spencer in the morning and mid way through Doug arrives (he doesn't live on the farm) and pulls you away to do something different. But all the work is interesting and nothing is rushed so this really makes very little difference. Doug has been teaching me how to build an earth house (building technique involving tyres packed in with dirt) as well as how to look after chickens. Spencer on the other hand has given me responsibility for 3 different gardens, the bank garden where were growing kale, bak choi and chard, the solarium where we're growing tomatoes and the wave garden where were growing squash/courgettes and onions. This on top of all the regular watering, weeding and planting that happens. It's all fun and none of it too tiring or long so I've had plenty of time to read and play music (they have a ton of instruments and recording spaces on  the farm).

Despite being a fairly reserved person on the surface, as one might expect from a person who essentially lives on their own in a trailer in the middle of nowhere, Spencer is actually quite sociable. Everything is cooked over wood fires that we together ourselves so meals are a long and relaxed affair, Spencer loves cooking for everyone and sitting around chatting into the wee hours about everything and anything, whether it's religion, food or music he always has a story and he certainly thrives off the stories of the woofers that come and go. 

Right now there are two other woofers here, veronica and prince, they're from Stockholm in Sweden and are doing a woofing trip up the west coast. They've not done much before but are super enthusiastic. Prince is a vegan and very into meditation, but also works selling technology so we have very varied conversation. I've enjoyed sitting up late with veronica talking about the nature of God, religion and belief. 

We are also about to be joined by Jordan, a woofer from the farm next door called morning star ranch, aka a cult/judeo Christian sect called the 12 tribes of Israel, which leads me to the next where the fuck am I moment, this Friday night as we were invited to ‘shabbat dinner’ at said farm.

From the moment I arrived at chandelier springs I began hearing about morning star, first it was explained to me that the roadside deli just before you turn off the for the farm (the yellow deli) is actually run by the farm next door, cool, an organic farm running it's own deli, how awesome, do they use the products from their farm at the deli? 
Oh wait the deli profits go to a boss man/corporate entity that runs the farm, less cool! 
Hang on a sec now you're saying this boss man is actually the leader of a judeo Christian cult…? 
So this farm is actually a cult?! A Jewish/Christian cult?????
What do you mean they've invited us to a party on Friday night!

My 4th night at the farm a guy called Colin turns up at the farm. Spencer seems to know him, he's a woofer on a local farm, previously he was at morning star. Were all cooking dinner and chatting, everything's normal until someone asks Colin where he's going next. He's off to a bit of land in the middle of California to build an off grid community, apparently the end of days is coming in the form of a new world order - micro chips in everyone's arms etc - and an off grid house in the US and a love of yashua (Jesus) is the only thing that can save you! Who knew! 
We are then treated to a whirlwind of conspiracy theories including how the Bible predicted this period of war and corruption as the end of days, that said war and corruption is only a thing in the US and for the last 40 years (gotta love young US conspiracy theorists who think the world revolves around them) and lastly the government is closing down Walmart to build mass concentration camps…
Apparently Colin the prophet (as I have now named him) believes it his purpose in life to spread the word of the end of days, these are the kind of people that live at morning star. 

On out afternoon off we head down to the yellow deli for some food and to use their WiFi. I end up chatting to a guy named ravak, who upon hearing my name is yael, gets very excited and tells me his name comes from the word ruach (spirit/wind) and I should come along on Friday for erev shabbat….so thats the party everyone keeps talking about. Ravak also mentions that a woman has recently joined who was also brought up Jewish, she's from new Jersey. He probably thought this would pique my interest in their practice as they're always recruiting. All I thought was, ‘I wonder if we have any mutual friends’.

Queue Friday and we're heading to the ranch for dinner, we've all got kind of smart clothes on and Spencer has warned us not to get too freaked out. Apparently he often takes woofers as it's an interesting experience. We arrive and are immediately welcomed and offered peach matte, ravak immediately finds me to introduce me to haneena (not her original name), said Jewish girl from NJ, she's from cherry hill and had loads of friends that went to the same summer camp as me and we immediately begin to play Jewish geography, all the while I'm thinking, how does a reform Jewish gal from the east coast end up in a Christian cult in California, but more on that later. 

So the room were in has a huge hanging banner saying Shabbat shalom and it looks like a challah cloth we used to have. As everyone settles down the focus is music and dancing, songs of worship are sung whilst everyone dances (those of us from CS just sit and observe). The women are all white flowy shirts with colourful skirts and scarves over their heads (they take these of later so they are clearly ceremonial), whilst the men are in jeans and plaid shirts, all with near long hair in a ponytail and a mid length pointy beard. Everyone has on a matching headband. 

Once the dancing finishes there is essentially a communal text study where people get up and share texts and thoughts that interested them from the week. Only the men spoke, although one man commented that the women are allowed to speak as well…
We were then welcomed formally and the ceremony finished with the counting of the omer!!!! Although they didn't called it the omer, but they did talk about Shavuot and counting the days from Passover. No one seemed able to explain why though. 

Dinner was equally interesting with fresh challah! And much talk of their practice and tradition. I sat with Jordan the woofer who I mentor earlier would be joining us at CS. He turned up to the farm yesterday looking for somewhere new to stay as he had arrived at morning star not realising how much of a crazy cult they were and hated it. On the surface everyone was very friendly and hospitable but knowing what I know from Jordan and Spencer the community is extreme, judgmental and controlling. 

So back to haneena, how does a progressive Jew from the east coast end up in a place like. Honestly I still haven't figured it out. We talked best length after dinner, she went to college, worked in advertising and was fairly unfulfilled, not an unordinary story.  She became interested in environmentalism and got involved in all sorts of Jewish social justice programs, ones that I have friends involved in. She was planning to move to Portland and join an sustainable Jewish community there. She said she came to the area to woof, met people from morninb star and began asking questions and eventually decided she didn't need to go to Portland this was the place for her. I can see the comfort, familiar dances and music (it's all Israeli folk and klezmer), and sense of meaning and spirituality behind ritual (something I'm aware is fairly lackjing in large parts of the reform community in the US) and a tight knit fairly young community in a beautiful location. But mostly I'm still confused… it's super Christian, I've never really met a Jew who was lost and thought the answer was Jesus, I know it happens, but it's strange to meet someone who is essentially a bit like me, or at least people I know on the east coast who think that way. It also makes me sad because I feel like there is something for everyone in Judaism and if not there is plenty of space to create, especially in the US, so the idea that someone who believed in progressive values didn't believe the Jewish community was for them and that a fairly conservative cult could better serve them, makes me wonder where the Jewish community/this personss community went so wrong. 

Anyway I've been invited back to morning star, the food was great but I'm not sure whether I'll go, for all the novelty it's a bit sad to watch. Maybe I need to be more open minded about other people's beliefs but i also think that any community that needs such strict levels of uniformity and control is worrying. 

Friday, 8 April 2016

Portland Farming Life

March has been pretty much the total opposite of my time in Hawaii. I arrived into a cold and slightly damp Portland, immediately feeling right at home. I made my way to just over the river from the city (into Washington State), to the farm where i’d be spending the next month. For those who don’t know what ‘woofing’ is, it’s a work exchange program for organic farming, you can do it around the world and it’s a great way to travel cheaply, meet new people and learn about organic farming.
Dorothy and Rick run a small Blueberry farm just outside portland on the edge of a small city called Camas, although you’re only about 20 minutes from the city the view over the Columbia Gorge and Mount hood from behind the house makes you feel like you’re in the wilderness. 

 The view from behind the farm on a clear day: Mount Hood and the Columbia Gorge River

The farm’s not huge but there was plenty to do. Mostly tending to the blueberries which are definitely not in season right now but need a whole lot of prepping to get ready for the summer. We were doing a lot of weeding, clearing, finding old berries that had gone bad and more excitingly using a wood chipper to make pine straw, as well as putting compost on everything. The woodchipper was a bit temperamental when it was wet meaning that we’d often have to unblock it, i was too busy concentrating on not touching the blades that i didn’t realise i’d ended up with a bruise ring around my arm that looked somewhat like a huge love-bite.

Trips to the food coop








Once we’d spent time tending to the blueberries, which took about 2 weeks we moved on to other areas on the farm. This was mostly various trees including cherry trees and walnut trees, one day we rented a tractor/digger and i learnt how to drive and operate it. After we’d done lots of digging the tree guy came and that meant learning how to use a chainsaw, it was pretty addictive albeit very hard work. With my ever growing collection of plaid, tank tops and plaid i appear to be on the track to becoming some sort of a stereotype lesbian lumberjack!

 Staying with Dorothy and Rick was also really lovely, they’re both semi retired but Rick still works as a contractor. They both have kids from former marriages, one who was still at home and was one of the grumpier teenagers i’ve met but we gradually bonded over silly boys who pay too much money for designer clothing. Another son came to visit while I was there and taught me all about the world of video-gaming and comic-con! In a peak of Yael knowing everyone hilarity, Dorothy’s eldest actually lives in London and as soon as she mentioned that she’s queer and plays roller derby I found the 3 mutual friends we have...of course! Dorothy was slightly astounded, she thought London was a big city.

I really enjoyed the hours at the farm talking with Dorothy about politics, she’s recently been inspired by Bernie Sanders to get involved in politics, although she’s always been a big progressive. She’s busy educating herself on the power of big money in politics and we had a lot of chats about how the UK might not be a utopia despite the NHS. It was pretty cool that she was so keen to get into politics at this later stage in life and i definitely enjoyed her hope and optimism about things being able to change. Rick is also a bit of a folk singer so i got to enjoy many a night by the fire playing guitar with him and singing lots of old folk songs.

Aside from working on the farm (which i did for about 4 days of the week) On my days off I was able to explore the surrounding area. I went on 3 big trips out into the Columbia Gorge which is absolutely stunning, the first had too much rain so we mostly brewery hopped around the area enjoying the best of Oregon’s ale. I then was lucky enough to go on some amazing hikes, the local lake lacamas, Cape Horn and best of all Dog Mountain on a perfectly clear day. The dog mountain day was great as it was with Chris and Chris who i’d met while i was hiking in Hawaii (on Kauiu), i’d got chatting to them on a trail bottleneck and mentioned i was heading out to Portland area, they said they were from there and if i had a free day they’d love to take me out hiking. True to their word they picked me up and off we went to Dog mountain, Chris had hiked Mount St Helens, Mount Rainer and Mount Hood and he ran a nursery so was able to tell me EVERYTHING about the local flowers, geology and hiking trails of the gorge, it was amazing. They’d been travelling themselves  and had grown up kids said they relished the opportunity to show other travellers where they lived.

 View of the Gorge from Cape Horn












                     The top of Dog Mountain












 Multonomah Falls















I spent the rest of my days off going into Portland which is a really fun city, i’ve completely fallen in love with the atmosphere which is somewhat transient due to lots of young people moving there, but also highly open minded and political. I ended up at a lot of awesome events, including a feminist event in a tomboy styled clothing store, a couchsurfing event and a women’s soccer game with a ‘small’ attendance of 5000 (apparently they usually get 13000 people), so incredible.

 Portland Thorns Pre-season
 Feminist event and campaign from a clothing shop
 Day exploring the Gorge and its micro-breweries
              The famous Vodoo Donuts














I also explored all the bookstores, my favourite being a philosophy bookstore called ‘mother foucault’, did a pretty extensive coffee tour and continued to drink as much oregon ale as possible, they really do know how to brew here. 

 Powells Bookstore
 'In other words' a community feminist bookstore
'Mother Foucault'














 

 















I also got to go to a Bernie Sanders rally which i’ve written some separate thoughts about here: http://yaelsamericantales.blogspot.com/2016/04/travels-during-us-presidential-election.html 

Travels during a US presidential Election season

I've been attempting to put into words what traveling in the US during this ridiculous primary season has been like. As well as my feelings about being a tepid/cynical Bernie Supporter.
I went to a Bernie Sanders rally in Portland the other week, yes it was the rally with THE BIRD!


The rally was huge (although interestingly not full), filled with pep and bigger cheers for marijuana legalisation then an end to mass incarceration.
I cannot describe how weird it was for a non event to be met with a standing ovation and then to get home and find said event all over the news around the world. (I'm talking about the bird not Bernie generally). I am genuinely still confused as to why this is a big deal but people are still trying to persuade me there is some deeper meaning to it. What a fucking spectacle?!

And that's what this whole primary season is, a spectacle! The endless news cycles, the reality television style conversation about lives and behaviour of the candidates as opposed to policy and. Actual people. And this is by no means limited to the right although they've reached a whole new level. 



Me at a HUGE Sanders rally, somewhat warm but not feeling the Bern
 
But going back to Bernie mania and my cynicism. All my experience of organising and politics tell me big rallies are feel good but achieve very little. But the energy and passion from sanders supporters is fascinating, almost cult like. People really believe this man can change a thoroughly broken political system. Everything in real progressive politics says you need movements that campaign for ideas not just people and although Bernie talks great ideas his supporters need to be campaigning for his ideas at all levels of government, through formal campaigns, community organising and direct action.
In his speech sanders mentioned the fast food workers who went on strike for a living wage, this is the kind of action needed for political change! Does electing an old white politician to the most elitist office in the US bring about this kind of radical change? History tells us no, LBJ didn't pass the civil rights at on his own, it was the tireless work of anti racist organisers that laid the groundwork that allowed him to do so. A Bernie supporter might say, well yes but having a liberal president makes this all easier. Yes it does, but without the groundswell then Bernie will be as stuck during his first 100 days as Obama was with healthcare. 


The big man himself

 In my mind Bernie should be telling his supporters to go out and organise, in their communities and around their ideas, using his platform to create progressive movements that, win or loose, outlast him.
Would Bernie supporters get on board with this? Maybe some, but overwhelmingly I think Bernie supporters are not as radical as they think. It's easy to support a guy for president who talks a lot about young people, the political class and free college tuition, but we have to remember that millenials are not a liberation group whose mere existence is an act of resistance, and that Bernie is part of a political class just a liberal one and for many college is a pipe dream let alone graduating a decent public high school. I can't help but think that many Bernie supporters are much more interested in cheering at the right moment and sharing a fb post than putting in the hard slog that many lgbtq, women, people of colour and low wage workers are already putting in to organise and change the system around them.



#MillenialsforBerningHilary

 
However I have also met some incredibly dedicated activists and organisers involved in supporting Bernie who don't deserve the label of clicktivist and to an extent they have made me truly excited about such a radical candidate standing for president.
I really really hope that the energy of this movement can be captured to focus less on one individual and more on the amazing ideas he espouses and the work that needs to be put in to make them a reality.






 
Guy who dressed up as Jeremy Corbyn for the Bernie Sanders rally, JK, he had no idea who Corbyn was.

Hawaii [watch this space for lost post]

I wrote an update of my time in Hawaii and due to some issues with wifi and memory sticks it's lost, while i find it enjoy an awesome photo of the Napali Coast on Kauiu