We haven’t published a song for a while. Must be winter coming – a time for singing, reading, recouping and culture making.
Recognise the tune? John Roderick Bannerman wrote the original Gaelic song Màiri Bhàn (Blond Mary) in 1934. The lyrics were subsequently changed and put into English by Hugh Stevenson Roberton in 1936. Roberton’s lyrics had little resemblance to the original Gaelic and became known as Mairi’s Wedding. Countless people and bands have covered this song. Then in around 2022, we overhauled the words again on a busking and hitchhiking trip up north. This version includes both our own lyrics and arrangement. Thanks Johnny Bannerman!
And thanks to Hassan Lahrech (The Sound Cell) for recording us live at Tree Elbow a few years back.
Hello! It’s been a while. So many spores of thought, of doing, of feeling and living have moved around us in these parts. A catch up post is imminent. However, in the meantime, we have a little sharing to offer.
This mid summer has seen the birth of a new song in the family. We sing and play it here, juxtaposed with 1950s super8 footage of family taken by Patrick’s grandfather, Fred Jones. It shows a post war time when life was less hectic and far less mediated.
It’s a peace song. The lyrics recognise that each of us has work to do to bring about peace and end war. Physical war. Ideological war. It’s a reminder song, for us, and anyone else who finds resonance with it.
By not giving power to those who construct conflict and by recognising the conflict we create within ourselves that feeds external conflict in our homes, communities and beyond, is for us the dance of consciousness.
This song was first inspired by Krishnamurti’s book of the same name.
Oh, and this is Lilly Pilly, laying beside Krishnamurti. She’s the newest mammal member of the family. More about her another time.
So, without further ado, here is Can conflict end? written by Patrick, edited by Meg and featuring the vocals of Patrick, Meg and Woody, alongside Patrick’s blackwood wattle guitar finger picking and Meg’s pear wood recorder playing.
Gratitude, in advance, for your deep listening.
Here is the audio-only version.
We welcome your comments, Dear Reader. What came up for you while listening and/or watching?
“The word ‘individuality’ means ‘indivisible’, not fragmented. Individuality means a totality, the whole, and the word ‘whole’ means healthy, holy.” Krishnamurti
While in Nepal we briefly met this man.
Here’s a rough translation of what he sings (via a free translation app and our own poetic license):
Hello to everyone greetings with good luck Greetings everyone greetings to all I am living for you Loving at heart for I sing elegant Nepal Greetings everyone greetings with good wishes
Patrick later wrote this poem inspired by the brief encounter.
Minstrel
Hello
greetings, g’day
I am the listener
who feels your life
bind to mine
in the moment of
your playing
You appear
from some place
at the bus
when it stops
to let out
we stabled travellers
to urinate
Your music
is my old people’s too
(when we were not fragmented)
loose and wild
inside me
raw and free
dancing gaily at fear
I feel renewal
in this land slipping
bus shaken day
in hearing
your pleasure
to sing and
string
Yesterday we sketched out a new song, and we’re sharing it here for those who like our songs that are still bubbling away in the Pandorean brewing pot. It’s a peace song with a pinch of trickster energy. The first two lines of the chorus derive from one of our favourite quotes, ‘The majority is always wrong; the minority is rarely right’ by Hendrik Ibsen. We hope you enjoy our latest musical offering.
It’s the cult of
having to be right
It’s the game of
proving your might
But have you sought to
lay down your gloves
and walk that gentle road
home to your loves?
The majority is always wrong
the minority is rarely right
Can we sing a different song?
Can we give away this fight?
Strong positions on
global affairs
Stirs the guns of
ideological warfare
We may be right or
we may be wrong
Or perhaps we could be listening
to someone else’s song
The majority is always wrong
the minority is rarely right
Can we sing a different song?
Can we give away this fight?
The majority is always wrong
the minority is rarely right
Can we sing a different song?
Can we give away this fight?
[Who bombs never wins Right and wrong is the game that kills our friends Each of us lose when we parrot the news – The experts paid to spruik the establishment’s views]
We saw out the year with greenkin friends, once again walking and pedalling the main drag of our home town for the 2018 Daylesford New Year’s Eve Parade.
(photo by David Jablonka)
It was quite a challenge to pull around 100kg of future community food on our e-bike. We community food gardeners were awarded money to dress our annual NYE float. By purchasing fruit trees and perennial veggies we once again steered arts funding into something deep-rooting.
This lil video will give you a feel for the parade and our contribution to it, for which we won the sustainability award. (Please note: videos won’t appear in your inbox subscription.)
Yes, it’s a strange time of year to plant dozens of trees, herbs and perennial veggies, but with our $100 prize money (Thanks Hepburn Wind!) we bought a new hose and established a watering roster so we can nurture these generous gifts through the coming hot weeks. A big thanks to the permie crew from Deans Marsh who strengthened our numbers and dug right in, joining the local permablitz working bee mob.
In late December we had a number of friends come and stay for the Melliodora solstice party, which eventuated in another form of spontaneous permablitz, this time a music video. Charlie (from Formidable Vegetable) came for dinner and he spoke of the possibility of a new video clip. We hooked him up with our mate Jordan (from Happen Films), added in a whole bunch of Artist as Family creative direction, garden and community peeps, and voilà, this was hatched:
It was another moment of spontaneous creation at Tree Elbow. Thanks to all the neopeasant solstice revellers who showed up and ensouled the morning; all we singulars numbering a collective effort with not a single dollar mentioned, spent or sought. An example of permaculture media-making at its best – and an antidote to typical white-people careerism, profit motives and meaningless content.
photo by Vasko Drogriski
In other news, the violet and rhubarb leaves at Tree Elbow are being frequented by these lovely Southern brown tree frogs (Litoria ewingi),
as well as common garden snails (Helix aspersa). While allcomer frogs, toads and froglets are more than encouraged to make their life in, through and around the garden, snails are gathered up in large numbers and fed to the chooks and ducklings, or we prepare them this way for dinner. Yum!
The ducklings certainly think so. Snails and comfrey leaves are their faves.
Photo by Amy Wagner
For Blackwood (much like the froglets, baby snails and ducklins), home schooling and home economics have become the same thing. Like us, most things he requires are non-monetised, but each of us have occasion to save up for things. A new guitar has been the motivator for this little market store.
But generally we try to make what we need, such as this fishing spear. Every occasion, every visitation, project and ecology
is another school for Woody. It is in these places where play, exploration and experimentation are given true homes. His education isn’t evaluated or assessed. He is free to learn without anxiety or comparison. He is free to collate all his learnings and build upon them in his own time and way,
and with others, such as the children he is bonded to at the Make & Play bush school we hold. Here’s Charlie again at the M&P end of year celebration. (Jumpers in late December? Yikes!)
And because of the expansive time given to him to learn, time to be, time to thoroughly explore what NAPLAN could never allow for a child, the rewards come, which only aid more learning,
where play making and knowledge building are all part of the same flow.
While his learning is mostly self-directed, he also absorbs his parents’ knowledges, and they share with him what to glean and hunt and make bounties from,
while far away from the high country lakes
and productive gardens of home.
He observes the gifts that can be made from the abundant raw materials of our local terra. This wrist band was made by Patrick for Meg on her birthday. The lake is a special place for Meg, where giant-leaved newcomer NZ flax grow (great for cord making) and moulted breast feathers from oldtimer cockatoos are shed around the foreshores (thanks for the tip Kimshar!).
Woody observes the gifts and skills of other adults too, from musicians like Charlie, filmmakers like Jordan and Antoinette, and all the community gardeners to name just a few. Out of all the adults that generously pass on their trades, it is Jeremy that Woody calls mentor. Jeremy made this insulated oven window cover for us, especially for summertime cooking. It reduces the heat radiating into the house on the coolest day of the week when we bake bread, roast veggies and heat up our hot water.
We traded him a wild ferment brewing lesson, exchanging microbe knowledges for technical know-how. What we’ve found is that gifts flow, if generosity flows. A few years back Edward from nearby Adsum Farm gifted us some garden bed hoops. In spring they support a hothousing re-usuable plastic hood to get the potatoes going early, in summer they support a fine netting to keep the cabbage moths from destroying the brassicas.
which acknowledges, accepts and seeks compassion for the history of this continent – a nation that has crippled symbiotic life by over-playing domestication’s hand.
Terra Nullius stands at the heart of property relations in Australia and aggregating wealth division. When property is turned from a basic need into a predatorial industry, more and more people will suffer. We wrote this song for our friend Eka, a fellow Bentley Blockader, when we visited her on our travels last winter she spoke of the constant insecurity and powerlessness of her housing situation. Eka stood with thousands to stop the Northern Rivers from being fracked by greed’s intransigence to common sense, giving her time and skills over weeks and months as a volunteer. While we dedicate this song to Eka, it is also for all people kept from having secure tenure over a little plot of land that can be loved, held sacred and given back to for the momentary time we dwell with and upon it.
If you feel passionate about this issue, please copy the link of this Youtube video and share it widely. Songs can be fertile seeds for change, even rough-cut home-brewed ones such as this.
Well, thank you Dear Reader, we hope we served up some nourishment and inspiration for you in our more or less monthly instalment. If you’d like come on a house + garden tour we’ve released more forthcoming dates. If you’re interested in applying for one of our Permaculture Living Courses please watch this space, we’ll be opening the applications for the spring 2019 courses shortly.
