Hey, my name's Kayla.
I've created New Earth Mountain Village to be a new age tribe. More of a close friendship than a "traditional" community.
For only those who are seeking to live in harmony with Earth among friends.
We're still forming & are accepting new members. A location in Canada will be discussed in a group meeting, either in person or over the internet if need be. This will take place when enough people are accepted & the time feels right.
Feel free to message me through the new website: http://new-earth-village.webs.com/ with any questions or comments. & if this is for you than send a message with some info about yourself, your age, your experience, what you're looking for & what you can contribute to the group, etc =] . I would also appreciate a photo of yourself, just out of pure curiosity.
I've added a profile page for myself because when I was searching up ecovillages I noticed that a lot of them had very little or no information about their members. But I think it's important to know.
So please read through the website thoroughly to see if it resonates with you, this is not for the ego based reality. ;)
Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays
and the week with the whole year.
Time cannot be cut
with your weary scissors,
and all the names of the day
are washed out by the waters of night.
No one can claim the name of Pedro,
nobody is Rosa or Maria,
all of us are dust or sand,
all of us are rain under rain.
They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,
of Chiles and of Paraguays;
I have no idea what they are saying.
I know only the skin of the earth
and I know it is without a name.
When I lived amongst the roots
they pleased me more than flowers did,
and when I spoke to a stone
it rang like a bell.
It is so long, the spring
which goes on all winter.
Time lost its shoes.
A year is four centuries.
When I sleep every night,
what am I called or not called?
And when I wake, who am I
if I was not while I slept?
This means to say that scarcely
have we landed into life
than we come as if new-born;
let us not fill our mouths
with so many faltering names,
with so many sad formalities,
with so many pompous letters,
with so much of yours and mine,
with so much of signing of papers.
I have a mind to confuse things,
unite them, bring them to birth,
mix them up, undress them,
until the light of the world
has the oneness of the ocean,
a generous, vast wholeness,
a crepitant fragrance.
- Pablo Neruda.