Six Generations of First Born Women

The main event after lunch is the children's palabra. I get involved with 2 delightful kids, each about four years old, Goggi and Eda. Goggi decides to sit on my lap. I feel warm like any adult does when a child accepts them based on some intuitive response. I see Michael Pfister at the edge of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Up early this morning. I have an English class to teach. Brooke, one of only 3 Americans on Friedrichshof, has set things up for me to take over her class of 11 & 12 year olds from 9:30 to 10:15. They are not supposed to speak any German during this time. Given the fact that I know almost no German,... Sign in to see full entry.

RG and I are laying on the bed. He's reading, I'm writing. Another beautiful September day, the window is wide open. A pretty strong breeze is blowing, trees waving back and forth in the orchard just a few feet from our room. Sunday here is a bit like Sunday elsewhere, quieter, less activity. The... Sign in to see full entry.

In today's NYTimes (12/25/03) there is a story of the near demise of one of the few communes still functioning in North America today, LOVE ISRAEL. In my journal, here, I'm writing about my experiences visiting a commune in Austria in the 1980's. These entries take place in 1985. I eventually moved... Sign in to see full entry.

On this visit to Friedrichshof (FH) I've only seen Andrea briefly. I'd formed an attachment to her the first time around when she took my daughter and me under her wing. She was like an Indian guide. She was very pregnant then. Now she has a beautiful baby, Eshnaton, his father is William, the only... Sign in to see full entry.