When The West Went Wild

When The West Went Wild

March 11th, 2018

I mentioned the Wild Food Festival previously. Well, that was yesterday. A pretty crazy ol’ day relative to the usual Hokitika buzz. Music fills the whole town. The scent of cooking fills the nostrils. Thousands of vibrant costumes keep your head on a swivel and overload the imagination. The skies were even visited by a team of aerial acrobats in stunt planes. This usually understated town becomes a hub of fun and frivolity. While my wallet was a little light to partake in goings on inside the festival fence, I took the boys for a wander through all that transpired in the streets outside.

It was the end to a particularly eventful week for me. In addition to the part time work I will be doing for the It’s Not OK campaign, I got a full-time gig too. Everything has worked out really well and all because I’ve just kept directing my choices towards my end goal: a lifestyle that is in-tune with natural balance. I’m not out of the rat race yet, but I can see the end of the tunnel.

Part of this is the living situation I’ve managed to engineer, with thanks to the significant foundation work laid by Sonya and Torsten. After some major earthworks in the last few weeks and ongoing improvements happening all the time, this is a great place to just be. The best spot for that is my favourite “room” in the “house”: the bush bath. Such an awesome place.

The other half to that is community involvement. I hold very strongly, the view that most of the world’s problems stem from community dysfunction. I intend to use my time to proactively counteract that. It’s all well and good for politicians to do their thing at the macro level, but this process is slow, flawed and corrupted by conflicting interests. Voluntary change at the ‘grass roots’ level can be just as powerful, if not more so.

This is where I focussed my efforts in job searching and this is what I ended up with. I will now be working as a Youth Worker for local communities as well as working to engage local Community Champions to speak and act against domestic violence. That, to me, seems a worthwhile way to spend my time and being “the change [I] want to see in the world”. On the side, I will help out at a local pub every now and then, which will mean getting paid to get to know a few locals a bit better.

On top of all this, I have found a creative outlet in discovering the challenges of acting for musical theatre. Not something I thought I would ever find myself doing, but that’s what I got by following opportunities and gut feelings. When I think about my interests and now that I will be working out of Greymouth, it’s actually starting to make perfect sense. But it certainly didn’t seem very logical when I followed it up originally.

So that’s me now. This seems to be what the next iteration looks like. All around us are opportunities to take the dogs out and explore new little places too. I’ve included a few pics of the lads and I checking out Ross and the wilderness out near Lake Kaniere.

Life’s starting to stabilise and is looking alright at the moment. And it’s all come about from a series of deliberate steps it a common direction. I’m yet to free myself from the bonds of full-time work but that is a necessary short-term stepping stone towards accessing my own land and being able to develop it how I want to. Well, that or proof of a stable and thriving business of my own. While a business is in the future, a stable wage is a quicker way to win a bank over. At least in the meantime, my self-imposed slavery is directed towards intrinsic goals. I’m happy with that compromise.

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