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Everyone contributed bits and pieces for a nutritious meal.
Eating family-style allows us to just enjoy the food and company.
Stone Soup
This is true: from a few stones and some vegetable broth sprang forth a thick and hearty (gluten-free and vegan) soup. It was our first community meal, and it was amazing.
Head chef and wizard, Janet, transformed stones, broth and ‘bits of this and that’ from many kitchens into a satisfying meal. Helpers scurried to set tables, slice bread, dice ham (for omnivores) and toss salad.
Thirty some-odd of us gathered in the common house excited to commence our first ‘official’ community meal.  Over the chatter and clatter one heard exclamations of awe and wonder that this really works. This, the stone soup, of course; and this, the community, also evolving from the ‘bits of this and that’ brought by us all.
And we all wanted to help. A dozen or more jumped in to clean-up, and whether you consider it splendid or terrifying, chaos reigned rampant. The kitchen was churning with helpers: dish stackers and scrapers and put-awayers; food pourers and wrappers and give-awayers; dishwashers and washers and washers and washers. A spectacle, full of lessons-to-be-learned.
It was our first community meal and it was amazing.
Christmas in the Northwest 
When it’s Christmas in the Northwest,
where the whale fishes play,

where the mountains shine in moonlight,
and waves are bright by day.

Unless of course it’s raining,
and the drizzle wets us down
or a forest fire is burning,
and the fog is thick and brown.

But Paradise ain’t snoozing,
action is our thing,
in our Salish Sea homeland, 
where the Salmon is the king!"

                              - Jack Salmon  

Moving Forward At A Different Pace
With the boxes unpacked, pictures on the walls, and the dog bed in place at the foot of the bed, it seems like a feeling of completion would be in place as well.
On so many levels it does feel successful, assisting neighbors with their own moving in and transitions, the beginning of meals together a few times each week, game nights, sudden movie nights, and exchanging resources for things still to do.
I find that after just a month after moving, there is still the unpacking of myself to accomplish.
Learning to balance quiet times, long established routines in the greater Port Townsend community, and a desire to jump right in to this new neighborhood with lots to accomplish and be involved with, is a bit unsettling as well.  It’s also about finding a place within myself that says it’s ok to just sit for a while.
It’s coming.  I can feel the unpacking of my soul slowly unfolding yet coming out of its box none the less.                                                    
Our holiday potluck was delicious, lovely and acknowledged a variety of ways to celebrate. The beautiful table decorations added a Christmas flavor.
SueC watches as Irene and Araya tell the ancient story while lighting the Hanukkah lights.
We were surprised and delighted to have a white Christmas. The neighborhood sparkled inside and out while Pepe and Phil welcomed visitors.
KAZOO! Why is John is blowing his horn? Because we are celebrating the burning of our final outstanding debt - the promissory note for the land purchase. 
She looks out the back window of her new home
and takes in the view - a wide sky
like layers of grey marble.
The strata of heavy cloud mixes
with strips of light seeping in
from an invisible sun.
In the distance, tall poplars and maples
show off their last flare of gold
before the winds strip them naked.
Remnants of a building site remain.
Piles of topsoil line the dirt service road
where a giant yellow backhoe waits to remove them.
Steel poles with neon taped flags,
orange plastic cones, and a sidewalk closed sign
where there never was one, send a message that says keep out!
Discarded planks lay next to a mountain of boulders.
She wonders if landscapers will covet them,
and claim them for their gardens.
Others also scout this new terrain.
A single gull flies overhead,
head down scanning the site.
And then, an intrepid soul swoops down to examine
a newly formed puddle after the night’s rain.
His ebon beak tests the waters.
A skip and a swagger follow and she sees his satisfaction
as he brings down the whole flock with a cry of it’s good!
Blackfoot Indians tell us that crows are the brothers of man.
In this new place her heart is welcomed home.


Newsletter Team: JimD, Araya, Cindy, PamC, Jack and Cheron
Extra help provided this month by Phil, Irene, JimP - thanks!
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