Vauban, a carless German town, at sunrise. (Photo: Daniel Schoenen / The Independent UK)
The Germans may have given the world the Audi and the autobahn, but they have banished everything with four wheels and an engine from the streets of Vauban - a model brave new world of a community in the country’s south-west, next to the borders with Switzerland and France.
In Vauban, a suburb of the university town of Freiburg, luxuriant beds of brilliant flowers replace what would normally be parking outside its neat, middle-class homes. Instead of the roar of traffic, the residents listen to birdsong, children playing and the occasional jingle of a bicycle bell.
“If you want to have a car here, you have to pay about €20,000 for a space in one of our garages on the outskirts of the district,” says Andreas Delleske one of the founders and now a promoter of the Vauban project, “but about 57 per cent of the residents sold a car to enjoy the privilege of living here.” As a result, most residents travel by bike or use the ultra-efficient tram service that connects the suburb with the centre of Freiburg, 15 minutes away. If they want a car to go on holiday or to shift things, they hire one or join one of the town’s car-sharing schemes.
Because it has no cars, Vauban’s planners have almost completely dispensed with the idea of metalled roads. Its streets and pathways are cobbled or gritted and vehicles are allowed in only for a matter of minutes to unload essential goods. Being virtually car-free is only the start of what has been hailed as one of Europe’s most successful experiments in green living and one which is viewed increasingly as a blueprint for a future and perhaps essential way of living in an age of climate change.
Vauban is a southern suburb of Freiburg and home to 5,300 people. Its elegant, weather-boarded, four-story homes are painted in subtle tones of blue, yellow and red or left as natural wood. They have wide balconies and large French windows that look out on to quiet, park-like gardens. The overall impression is of being stuck in a never-ending IKEA advertisement.
But if the district’s surface texture is eminently middle class, an eco-revolution is bubbling beneath the surface. The windows of all the homes are triple-glazed. An intricate ventilation system fitted with heat exchangers ensures that apartments are kept constantly topped-up with fresh air at room temperature, even when the windows are shut. Most homes are powered by solar panels and smart co-generator engines that run on wood chips which provide domestic heating and electricity for lighting and appliances. One of the consequences is that most of Vauban’s homes generate a surplus of electricity and sell what they don’t need to the power companies that run the national and regional electricity grids.
With their 35cm thick walls, the homes are so well insulated that the temperature inside is directly affected by the number of people in each apartment. “If it gets too cold in the winter, you have the choice of turning up the heating or inviting a couple of friends round to dinner,” Delleske says. He is immensely proud of the fact that his 90sqm, four-roomed “Passive house,” which is almost environmentally perfect, costs a mere Û114 a year to heat. “Most people pay that kind of money for heating each month,” he says. The “Passive house” has even managed to dispense with drains for the toilets and showers. The waste is reduced to compost in special biological toilets and shower and washing-up water is filtered and used to water the garden.
Word about the Vauban experiment is spreading. Each day, six or seven busloads of visitors roll up - parking on the outskirts, needless to say - to witness the suburb’s environmentally friendly living. At the entrance, they are greeted by slogan in big letters that reads: “We are creating the world we want.”
Yet the suburb’s origins were very remote from such idealistic themes. It started life in 1937 as the Leo Schlageter army barracks, a collection of three-story stone buildings to house Adolf Hitler’s expanding Wehrmacht army. It was named after a German hero from the First World War who was executed by the French in 1923. At the end of the Second World War, the barracks were requisitioned by the French army and renamed Quartier Vauban, after a noted 17th century military architect. After Germany’s re-unification, the French withdrew and the district was handed over to the city of Freiburg in 1994, to be promptly occupied by squatters.
Soon after, a group of ecologically minded and mostly middle-class people became interested in the quarter. Many had taken part in the anti-nuclear movement as students in the 1970s and 1980s. They set up the Forum Vauban, which began negotiating with the city government.
Vauban’s founders explain that much of the eco-friendly technology that has gone into the complex was conceived and developed around Freiburg as an alternative to nuclear power. The upshot was the formation of a series of loosely structured housing associations which commissioned architects to design new and ecologically sustainable homes on the site. Most of the old Nazi-era barrack buildings were torn down and more than 60 architects were engaged to reconstruct Vauban. Its three- to five-story buildings contain apartments of varying sizes and 80 per cent are privately owned. A four-bedroom unit costs about €250,000.
The project is a reminder of the strength of Germany’s green movement. Freiburg’s city government is run by a coalition of conservatives and Green Party councillors and the Greens hold the most seats. During the European elections, the Green Party won up to 60 per cent of the poll in Vauban’s constituencies.
The district also bucks Germany’s reputation for having one of the world’s lowest birth rates: nearly 30 per cent of its inhabitants are aged under 18. Ute and Frank Lits moved to Vauban five years ago. Their children, aged six and 10, can walk out the front door of their four-bedroom apartment into a communal garden equipped with a playground and a wood-fired pizza oven. “We wanted to buy our own home and we liked the eco-friendly principles of the place,” Mrs Lits said. “But the main reason is that Vauban is perfect for children. They enjoy the kind of freedom that it would be difficult to find in a normal town apartment.” The couple owns a car, but neither mind having to park it in a communal garage eight minutes’ walk from their home.
If Vauban’s brave new world suffers from anything, it is its own peculiar brand of middle-class monoculturalism. Sitting outside a former Nazi barrack building that now functions as an organic restaurant selling ricotta-filled ravioli and ostrich meat, its is difficult to spot anyone who is non-European, old or poor.
Wolfgang Konradi, a youth worker who spent years working in less-sophisticated urban areas before coming to Vauban, says the district’s teenagers behave like normal people of their age. “The problem is mainly the parents, they go around expecting their offspring to be perfect citizens, but that’s just not realistic,” he laments. Ina, his wife, said that since having their son, she had learned to appreciate the advantages that Vauban offered for children. But she added: “It’s very nice here, but a bit like living under a bell jar. I certainly wouldn’t want to live here forever.”
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| The EconoSpace Project |
| My own life and the architecture of the EconoSpace are one and the same thing. |
| Working on the roof is where ballet meets monkey man. |
| I enjoy this parody of life even when it strips me to the bone and shreds my illusions. |
| There is no finer companion than your self in such situations. |
| It’s one of the reasons I like to work alone even though this invites all sorts of pretenders to question your sanity. |
| When you get the whiff of challenge that’s when you know that you are alive. |
| In answering one has the silent weight of chi to carry your words to their intended destination. |
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| Putting a roof over one’s head carries weight as an expression because we all understand exactly what it means on every level. |
| That’s where the power and the fear intertwine and confuse us. |
| Power gets its energy from fear but we must accept this package however flawed me might deem it to be. |
| This is where our sheltermaker selves must take up the challenge and raise the roof beams. |
| It’s then we understand that it is fear which serves to wake us up to our own power. |
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| Humpty Dumpty Syndrome |
| Peter Cowman BArch. |
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| The world has a certain Humpty Dumpty quality to it at the moment. As all the king’s horses and all the king’s men strive to put the poor fellow together again we stand and watch as if there might be some possibility of success. |
| As children we resigned ourselves to the fact that this cosmic egg inspired figure was shattered for good and all time. However, in the grown up world we seek to rewrite history by believing that the king’s resources are sufficient to mend the fallen icon’s fatal fractures. |
| So the printing presses run forging money with which to paper over the cracks that have shattered our world. Such illusions are not worth the paper they are printed on. |
| However, where most people in the developed world have been prevailed upon to buy into this illusion they have a vested interest in success of the salvage operations. |
| This directly relates to the markey value of the paper they hold - usually the Title Deeds to their homes - and to the level of repayments which they are obliged to meet in order to retain a modicum of control over their properties and their lives. |
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| This is the reality with which many people are faced and it is the reason why many people are hoping that the king’s men will be successful. |
| Well we all know the eventual outcome of this situation. Tears will have to be shed and we will have to resign ourselves to the fact that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men can’t put Humpty Dumpty together again. |
| Complaining about deficient politicians, greedy bankers, rogue traders or dishonest developers is all a waste of time. We have to get in tune with what is happening and craft our way forward from there. |
| More than anything it is the emotions within to this story which demand our attention. We first need to express our fears, to vent our anguish, to hit bottom before we can craft a new reality. |
| The emotions which fuel our quest for life are the self same ones which are manipulated by the economic system to turn us into witless bystanders. We allow this to happen by surrendering control over the essentials of life - the acquisition of food and shelter. |
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| The commercial provision of food and shelter is the foundation of the market economy. |
| Where food has mercifully survived the imposition of rigid legislative control concerning its production, people can still connect with the natural cycles of sowing and reaping in their quest for true reality. |
| On the other hand, the provision of shelter has been the subject to strict legislative control designed to render the inherent emotional value of ‘home’ in purely monetary terms. This allows our net worth to be expressed in terms of current market valuation or degree of indebtedness to the system. |
| It is here, where warm emotions are turned to cold calculations, that we fall prey to illusion. |
| When we surrender control of our space we surrender control of our lives. This process begins by surrendering our time. |
| The modern economy is built on the credo that Time Is Money. So, when we work we happily exchange our time for money which we then use to provide for our need of food and shelter. So it is the merry-go-round of the modern world is fuelled. |
| But, where Time is eternal it is assumed, because of the belief that Time Is Money, that money is also eternal. It is this illusion which stimulates the demand for endless growth which drains the world of vitality. Our selves and our homes are also drained of vitality as we labour under this illusion. |
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| In the ancient architectural traditions of Vastu and Feng Shui the incorporation into a building a flow of life energy, or ‘chi’, was considered to be essential for the wellbeing of its occupants. |
| It is the absence of chi a building will feel dead - an all to familiar experience in the modern world. |
| To revitalise our buildings we must first revitalise our selves. This process begins by reclaiming our space and our time, relinquishing trust in the king’s men thereby constructing a new reality. |
| This is the brink on which many people now find themselves poised, contemplating the question of where to start. |
| One starts by acknowledging the fact that the flow of life energy, or chi, is invisible and cannot be seen. Chi is perceived through our emotions and is experienced as a feeling of wellbeing. |
| The presence of chi in our homes can bring immense benefit to our lives. To avail of this our lives must be harmonious with the natural world from which chi flows. This invisible realm speaks to our emotional selves, quite different from the realm of rational and logic which speaks to our minds. |
| To attract chi to our homes, whether they be existing or new buildings, we first have to acknowledge the invisible realms from which it emerges. This is largely a matter of persuading one’s mind to share power with one’s intuition. This rebalancing creates a new view of the world and inspires a re-evaluation of the direction, values and commitments of our individual lives. |
| By bringing our lives and homes into closer harmony we can recapture our space and consequently our time. This is vital if we are to live our lives fully. Such a change also offers us the opportunity of acknowledging that the kings men will never be able to put poor old Humpty Dumpty back together again. |
| Such liberation has it consequences - feeling the dead weight of negative equity or feeling locked into a life that is not really true to ones deeper self. All such emotions are characteristic of the major change which the world is experiencing right now. |
| Resisting this change allies us to the illusion that the king’s men are succeeding and so mires us in the disentgrating modern world. To escape this fate we must step outside the familiar into the unknown, embrace our fears, shed our tears and trust that the benificience of the universe will lead us to fulfillment. |
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| MAYO ENERGY AUDIT |
| Andy Wilson, director of Mayo’s Sustainability Institute and editor of Sustainability Magazine, along with colleague Paul Lynch, have produced a fascinating insight into what the future holds energy-wise for Ireland’s third biggest county. |
| This in-dept audit examines in detail Mayo’s current and projected energy demands paying close attention to the practicalities of applying the latest technological solutions to replace current fossil fuel dependence. |
| The primary conclusion of the Audit, apart from the usual call for reductions in consumption, is interesting in that it highlights the potential of forestry in providing for a range of needs, including energy, but not confined to that alone. |
| This is interesting as it pinpoints the needs for all solutions to future energy demand to have a social as well as a commercial aspects to them. |
| The Audit also clearly states that the State’s position regarding the ‘unlimited’ potential of Ireland’s wind and wave energy resources ‘do not stand up to serious scrutiny.’ |
| This is a wake-up call not just for Mayo but for the entire country. |
| However it is the Audit’s focus on simple and affordable solutions that underwrites its success - for example the planting of 50,000 hectares broadleaves and conifers to provide not only for future energy needs but also to provide a firm foundation for the future social and economic development of the county. |
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| THE FUTURE OF FORESTRY |
| The potential of forestry, not only in respect of meeting Ireland’s future energy needs, but also in regards to providing a firm foundation for social, economic and even spiritual development, was the subject of a fascinating talk by Andrew St. Ledger of The Woodland League at the recent Eco Living Festival in Co. Leitrim. |
| Andrew not only detailed the practical applications of forestry on a local level - the provision of food, building materials, medicine, shelter, amenity and so on - but also the potential forest development has to connect us back into natural cycles. |
| It is fascinating that the Mayo Energy Audit shares the same conclusions. |
| Even more fascinating was Andrew’s explanation that the EU sees forestry as the foundation of rural development something the Irish government is loath to embrace! |
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| Fear flutters down as I work on the roof. I imagine gale force winds sucking on the flimsy skin. Suddenly, the purlins I am using seem too slender and too far apart. I lever myself forward using the weight of logic, speaking aloud. I gain enough reassurance from this to labour on, watching in fascination the shape of the building emerging. I am assembing a dream from memory, teasing it into realty. The enticement to be inside is strengthening. |
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| We visit the roofing factory, pick a profile and a colour. On the way back I get a brainwave about sourcing clay in a quarry. I am drunk on encouragement. The simpler the task gets the more puzzling it becomes. |
| Making a small building to live in is just not that hard - physically, that is. The struggles are mostly abstract. This is why it is most important to have a design that is leading you in the right direction. As you put your plan into action the struggles you encounter will all be minor ones because you have disposed of your excess baggage during the design phase. The power of this approach is similar to that of the lever - a small weight applied to tremendous effect. |
| The phone line and our inboxes are strangely quite. We have no idea exactly why. All the more time to focus on the here and now. The silent tide carries us gently along, the shore receeding and approaching like a breath. This rhythm is dreamy and unfolds like a dance. |
| I prance about on the frame, survey the countryside and the sky. This is the backdrop against which I perform, articifer of restlessness and dream. The outside world all but disappears as I catch the updraughts and descent renewed. Cars slow and cows pay quiet attention. |
| The next quest is to source the clay which is done with a simple phone call. A local quarry will deliver as much as I want for the price of carriage. The ease of this is balanced with the news that the price of the roofing we want is coming in way over budget. This see-sawing of expectation and dream makes me dizzy and reignites the embers of fear. |
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| Putting a roof over one’s head will always trawl up fears and tantalise one with dreams which might or might not be realised. This marks the dividing line between possibility and realisation, between inner and outer. |
| I heave myself up on the frame to adjudicate on the likely outcome of this situation, securing the roof with a few more nails. The solidity and strength I feel is reassuring, encouraging me to dive within the unfolding mystery and to test its depth. |
| We have carried out an audit of resources and declare ourselves ready to commit to expenditure which will now enclose the frame, hiving off a portion of the universe for our personal use. We have even found a car within our price range. The unfolding gathers momentum as we prepare ourselves for what lies ahead. |
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| As is becoming the norm, forward motion is balanced with pauses and puzzlement. A visit to the quarry - in the newly acquired car - to inspect the clay turns out to be a visit to the underworld. Dust and noise fills the air. The land is torn open and is being devoured by giant machines. Trees stand forlorn alongside mounds of upturned earth. My guide indicates one with a nod of his head. ‘You can take as much of that as you want’. |
| I struggle in the devestation to explain myself. ‘Well it’s really clay I want - to build with.’ |
| ‘Clay, you mean topsoil like?’ |
| ‘No, clay.’ I pick up a handful and work it into a ball while he watches. Below me, in a huge pit, machines and trucks act out a strange slow-motion ballet. I struggle to find words and a way of retreating. I fill the bucket with some ‘samples’ and enter back into the world of light puzzling as to how I can fill this sudden hole in my plans. |
| Work on the roof offers plenty of destraction. I lay in the boarding on the east side marvelling at the subtle emergence of the inside of the building. Next I negotiate a reduced price for the roofing and place the order. |
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| Things move slowly forward as I accept that the roof is where my attention is most needed. Once that is in place there will be a covered place to work and the walls will take precedence. |
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| The internet signal, beamed from nearby Sheemore, arrives on the back of good weather. Suddenly we are reconnected with the outside world with enough speed to Skype across the globe. Outside, the fields are crammed with buttercups. Dreamy light bathes everything in timelesness. |
| The site receives a makeover ahead of the planned Eco Living Tour. It responds well, showing off its beauty in the glorious sunshine. Meanwhile the moon builds towards the full and we speculate as to likely attendance numbers. |
| This is impossible to determine, though scattered reports arrive by email or phone from all over the country indicating interest. Still without a vehicle, we direct operations from the cabin via the internet. |
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| The festival suddenly catches us in its embrace. Plans unfold and people arrive. Talks proceed and demonstrations begin. Before I know it a busload of participants are heading towards Siog with several cars in tow. People troop into the cabin and out onto the deck, circumnavigate the ponds and survey the compost heaps. |
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| Back at the Community Resource Centre the mood is positive and music enlivens proceedings. Connections are made and promises declared. Even the building seems to be enjoying itself. One speaker reveals a fascinating strategy to stimulate rural dvelopment - the restoration of natural woodlands. At first this seems naive until further examination reveals the power of the idea. |
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| Woodlands can provide for all our needs - fuel, food, employment, leisure and most important of all, a deep connection to nature. Woodlands are the natural landscape of Ireland and their elimination also led to the erosion of a clear sense of national identity. |
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| This insight is reinforced by the arrival of the timber for the roof. Suddenly the festival is behind and the completion of the EconoSpace is what lies ahead. This infects my dreams and my waking, exerting a constant weight on my thoughts and actions. |
| I organise my tools and supplies blessing the auspicious weather conditions and the hopes which are to be carried forward on this rising tide. The frame stands like a sentinel on the land which has taken on a new appearance from what it had on my first arrival. I see it all anew, as if I am seeing myself portrayed in its development. |
| Such thoughts provide a quite refrain to the physical work on the roof. The frame responds to this attention like a neglected lover rediscovered. Aloft on the gantry I have my head in the clouds. Purlins are lined up and secured, the small generator hums in the ground and my neighbour saves hay while the sun shines. |
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| The act of enclosing draws a quiet distinction between inside and outside, between dream and reality. We have to experience this in order to be enveloped in its magic. It is as if we are making ourselves, carving out of nothingness a place to be. |
| It is the nature of this being that puzzles so many. We have drifted from abstraction into the material world which clings to us like a rejected lover. We plant our feet firmly on the ground rather than drift aloft and enjoy the view from a new perspective, craft the future to imitate today’s reality. This can only end in tears and heartache. Life wants something more from us and we something more from it. This was evident from the weekend festivities with people revelling in our version of daily life. |
| So, what’s stopping this happening, why the hesitation, the wait and see? Fear is the key. Fear of failure. Fear of what other people think. Fear of survival. Fear of ridicule. Fear of rejection. Fear of being different. Fear for our childrens future. Fear of getting it wrong. Fear of being left out. |
| When fear sets the agenda the world freezes over and we go into suspended animation waiting for the thaw, waiting for better times, waiting for a lovers touch to draw us into it’s embrace. Meanwhile, life moves on and with it opportunity and freedom. |
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| Preparations for the festival exert a strong gravitational pull on us. Flyers and posters are packaged and consigned to the post. We cadge lifts and internet access in the increasing awareness that some people are becoming tired of our neediness. This makes for a delicate dance. |
| It is with sincere gratitude therefore that I wend my way to north Leitrim in a borrowed car to teach at the Organic Centre. I examine the road frontages on the way as I might those in a foreign country. What sort of lives are lived behind these facades I wonder? |
| I am to give a 1-day workshop on sustainable house design. This I deliver as a serious of controlled explosions, conscious as I am of my desire to not hold back in any way. The students are relieved and shocked at the same time. They welcome the truth but the implications are another matter entirely. |
| A high level of consensus presently exists regarding the profound change that has occured in the world over the past year. No one is quite sure what this change is but everyone agrees that it has happened. |
| My own take on things is that the illusions surrounding money have been revealed in such a way that no one can deny it. While this might not be much of a shock, the nature of the replacement system is where the difficulty lies for people. |
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| The road to sustainability is long and hard. Kiss goodbye to the comfort zone of your fulfilled desires and enter into the new reality, the land of opportunity where fresh starts are a way of life! |
| It is to this shocking but potentially liberating place that people now find themselves directed, not so much by their heads but buy their hearts. This is a true reflection of what is happening within the wider world, where a rebalancing of the weight of male-inspired, scientific-rational thought forms with a more contemplative, feminine and relaxed way of life is taking place. |
| While this is fairly obvious to most people the sticking point lies in embracing this new way of life. Not many people really want to live simply because there seems to be too many downsides - loss of status; insecurity; potential poverty; denial of opportunities to children; major ongoing commitments; etc., etc.. |
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| During the course of the day the students work hard to reach the heart of the resistances which hold them back. Afterwards, we break up and return to our respecive places in the world. |
| I wander through Manorhamilton and Dromohaire distributing flyers and putting up posters for the festival. It is heading towards mid-summer but it is blustery and cold. The streets and shopfronts are bleak. The only inviting place I enter is a busy pub where I am drowned in a mix of fumes and body heat. |
| I wonder why I am doing in this place. My conscious mind ticks off reasons while my imagination stutters and falters. I think of Alanna back in the cabin, gazing at the rolling view that carries on to the horizon. It is the conjoined threads of our creativity that weave the spell which dazzles us here. We can but submit to the momentum of this and await revelation. |
| I order the wood for the roof, the subfloor and the lean-to which has sprouted from the plan at the north gable. This will house the wet rooms and act as lobby to the warm interior. John has tracked down a roofing supplier. The biggest outstanding issue now is the source of the daub so I put out a request for this. |
| Everything is heaving into motion. I cling to this lumbering beast and hope for the best. An email arrives from my contact at RTE television confirming that the proposed filming of the EconoSpace construction is to go ahead as planned. This adds momentum to the unfolding project and quickens the pace of developments. |
| I prepare the ground for the building work, scaling the naked frame taking measurements. From aloft the countryside has the appearance of a reclining beast. Below me Alanna plants a veggie garden while above late flights out of Heathrow rumble towards north America. |
| I draw together the pieces of EconoSpace information which I have compiled over the years. This scrapbook of facts, observations and intentions tells its own story. I see myself in this, the lone traveller crossing the wide desert. This is encouragement enough to keep me moving forward, the itinerant sheltermaker headed towards the distant horizon. |
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| I am prompted to enact a ritual to mark the recommencement of work on the frame. I dig out, somewhat by chance, a message from my Australian friend James Henderson who introduced me to the clay-straw technique which I intend to use to complete the walls. It says: |
| ‘With any building I usually connect with the local Deva and ask for permission to be able to build a structure that enhances the relationship between humans and the spiritual world. Then I dowse for location and material selection.’ |
| There has been a continuous line of communication with the nature spirits on the land since I first began work. So strong were the early exchanges that I felt another presence there. |
| It was Alanna who first alerted me to the fact that the spirits of the place wanted to know more about what I was doing. Once I revealed my intentions being on the land became a constant joy. The unfolding of my life from that point onwards has been much more consciously inner directed. This has carried me deeper and further into the mystery of life. |
| I dowse to ask if a recommencement ritual is appropriate and obtain a ‘yes’, then ask for a time and for details of offerings that might be acceptable. I feel a sense of relief that coincides with the feeling that Siog is where I am meant to be. |
| Preparations are carried out in glorious sunshine. I gather wildflowers and branches to decorate the frame. I feel a new level of trust that it is good for my life to be here. I see the passage of time in the growth of trees I planted. Vigour. Tenacity. Blossoms. |
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| ‘ I ask to revive this sleeping frame To draw it from the realms of sleep and possibility Into the now That we might enclose it And occupy the sacred space within.’ |
| A bell rings and further words are spoken in front of the decorated workbench altar. This is followed by a clockwise round of the frame, blessing the four corners. Then we move to the centre and speak aloud the longings most precious to us. |
| Afterwards, we lazily ride our bikes to Willie & Natalia’s and sit in their yard, checking our emails. This does not seem absurd at all especially when I see Willie taking a picture of his goat looking over the halfdoor of the caravan-office! |
| The world drifts into our consciousness and we lob emails into cyberspace. This is far removed from the immediacy of life around us. Bees hum at our feet. Birds busy themselves about the place. Cats stroll by. |
| By evening work is in full swing. Grass is being mowed, compost heaps moved and the first glob of daub is being pummeled into submission. I immerse myself in clay slip that I might familiarise myself with its texture and characteristics. I throw in some straw and mix by hand. It feels good, like nestbuilding. |
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| The drawings I have made of the frame take on new meaning. I can now see the changes which have been wrought from my first conception of the design. So much in my life has changed that it is a wonder that any vestige of the original remains. I can clearly see what needs adjustment and how this kitchen-living space will adjoin the remaining spaces. |
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| The life to be sheltered within these buildings is not visible on the page but it is palpable nonetheless. Dream and possibility push forward anxious to play their roles. |
| So the job of quantifying and sourcing materials and of planning the construction sequence begins. |
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| It is to Wicklow that Alanna and myself are transported. Booked to deliver courses at an alternative education centre there we find ourselves marooned in the borrowed van on a bleak hilltop rocked by wind and scoured by rain. |
| As the students disembark from their treacherous ascent up the makeshift track their hopes are cooled with driving rain. The plastic tent in which I am lodged wrestles to be free of its bonds. The floor is strewn with straw which is soaking up the puddles which have gathered in the night. The wind howls and threatens to launch us into flight. |
| Is this my destiny or an aberration from the past? A case of mistaken identity or a simple error of judgment? An insult or an important message? |
| These questions struggle for traction as I muster the energy to impart my message. The wind competes with my words or tears at the lopsided flipchart on which I make my marks. The students endure it all the while only breaking their attention occasionally to survey the conditions we have been ordained with. |
| At lunch the collected students huddle around the stove in the yurt which also serves as a teaching space. The ordeal seems to generate its own charge. Good energy holds the worst of the weather at bay even as the sodden makeshift door lashes out at the nearest person. |
| By evening, exhausted and drained, we descend from the ordeal, point west and are promptly swallowed by the midlands. A feeling of alienation separates the world into sad parts. People seem to be asleep or waiting to be revived. |
| The teaching experience begins to make more sense: people are so keen to hear positive information about the basics of survival that they will put up with any amount of hardship to find it out! This is a good sign. Embracing sustainability is about stepping out of The Comfort Zone. This is a scary place because the rules and the boundaries are unclear. A new way of sensing and interpreting the world is needed to survive. This is something a lot of people are now realising. |
| This notion revives me and allows me to tune into my own survival instincts. Driving in this state of mind is alien even while I marvels at the efficiency of it all. Another part of me is appalled at the speed and recklessness. I imagine walking or cycling to discover this to be a journey I would never make without a car. This makes me feel like a hopeless fool! |
| I think of the world shrunk to the range of a push bike. Everything slows terrifyingly at the thought. This feels so good its like an affirmation of the earlier feeling that the work I had to do was at Siog. |
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| As if by magic materials and resources have begun to appear thanks to John. A large round bale of straw is stashed under the workshop lean-to and a mixer has also appeared. |
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| Measuring the frame allows me to become reacquainted with it. I am reconnecting with the part of myself which is lodged there. Beauty swims around me and contentment too. I know that I am in the right space at the right time. |
| More to follow …. |
| Leitrim, Ireland, May 14 2009 |
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| Despite the lacklustre start I venture forward on the hard road. A new day at the keyboard crafting the Eco Living Festival poster and flyer. What will emerge from this? Who will come? Will the effort be worthwhile? |
| The prevailing atmosphere is familiar but I am tired of the silence it inspires. Where are the leaders and the wise? Nowhere it seems. The old agendas have been discredited but still claim territory over the truth. Even new truths wobble and career aimlessly about the place. There is broad agreement that it is indeed a terrible state of affairs but when it comes to doing something about it everyone holds back, waiting. |
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| What no one seems to realise is that this global crisis has struck deep into our psyches. It is rooting us out of our cosy nests, pushing us into the cold, reposessing the megre territory that we thought was our own. We resist this with a strength inspired by fear and backed by whatever weaponry we can muster. |
| We have no langauge for this condition, no precedent except for what is lodged in our genes, reminders of famine or colonial injustices. These rememberances have no place in the shining future that has become obscured, but, in the here and now, they refuse to abate, to be quiet. |
| Without an internet connection the place is blissfully quite. Cut off from the world of ‘always on’ The Now reigns supreme. Watching the clouds drift west or the swallows circling the land is a timeless exercise. Even the slow moving cows are captivating, wandering in tight formation in search of a decent bit of grass amongst the rushes. |
| Recapturing time is the quest of the modern age. Time sets the rythm to which we dance. Heartbeat. Breath. Sunrise. Sunset. Month. Season. Year. So it is we calibrate our passage through the unknown. |
| Where clocks claim to define time we fall out of our natural rhythms and into the gridlock of mechanical time. Here, we lose sense of who we are and where we are going. |
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| Because time is always conjoined with space when we loose control of our time we also loose control of our space. So the modern condition is birthed to forge a mad world. |
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| I contemplate this even as I seek to define my time in the cabin, to conjoin it with the emerging EconoSpace that I might catch a glimpse of myself as I shuffle forward. |
| I feel the the suck of the world when I get online at our neighbours Natalia & Willie. I have put much store by my online presence but now question the validity of that. I have been hiding out in cyberspace, masking myself in theory even though I know it is during the LIVE teaching sessions that things really come to life. |
| I have fooled myself into believing that cyberspace is a version of reality, that the speedy passage of electromagnetic energy across the internet somehow replicates the life force that animates all living things. |
| Apalled at my naiveity, yet relieved, I bicycle home in the gentle rhythm of the unfolding afternoon. The sun washes the cabin in warm light. I float in this, a shipwrecked sailor summoning the energy to find the shore. |
| This is shocking but also a relief. Bathed in the fluid rhythm of the sea I must yield to its dexterity, carried forward under the broad sky towards my inevitable destination. |
| More to come … |
| The LIVE unfolding of the EconoSpace Project |
| Leitrim, Ireland, May 12 2009 |
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| Siog welcomes us with wind and water. It is a day or more before we can make the rounds, skirting the boundaries between the showers. The sky presides over this homecoming, stretched to the horizon where the hot sun lights up the cloud. When this moving picture stills I begin to orient myself. |
| Demands surge from the ether borne on gusts which shake the cabin and lay claim to my attention. It’s difficult to know where to start. The EconoSpace frame appears large or small by turns according to my changing mood. Seeming urgencies such as obtaining wheels or an internet connection fail to catch my attention. Alanna and I take turns on the daybed studying the sky or one of the many books we have returned with. |
| Out in the world I gaze like a child at the passing scenes. Fields of sheep and lambs. Wet cows with hot breaths. People with sickly looks and empty smiles. Closed shops and To Let signs. Cars, bundled up against the cold. Magnificent trees which have seen it all before. |
| Everything appears to be as we left it. Clearly it is I that has changed. I acknowledge this in contemplation and in words spoken aloud in the cabin. Alanna concurs and returns to the composition of a Press Release for the Eco Living Festival which is now only weeks away. |
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| I have shed a protective layer and feel naked in the face of the familiar. This feeling encourages me forwards, distracts me with the minutiae of daily life. Kindling to be chopped. Fires to be lit. Food to be cooked. Bags to be unpacked. |
| The seemingly mundane is filled with meaning, slowing my forward momentum until I finally come to rest. |
| I am restless in this new state moving like a caged animal. I plant a tree using the pendulum for guidance. That is the clearest indicator yet of how I have changed - allowing the invisible realms to pervade my actions. This is the place where control is yielded, where the dividing line is drawn. |
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| This is the line which carves up the world into its distinctive parts. On the one hand stand the rationalists. On the other the intuitives. More and more I find myself allied to the latter, deaf to the pleas of the rationalists. Such is the state of the world. |
| I have lodged in this place before but never so securely even where this security is marked by change and the unexpected. |
| The newly erected gates assist this fledgling security holding the world at bay. I feel protected, calmer, more certain that the inward direction is the only one to follow. How this will outpicture in the architecture is anyone’s guess. |
| The overall plan is to install the roof and to begin the infilling of the walls with clay-straw. Before that we will do some experiments to get the feel of the materials and refine our working techniques. I will also have ot craft a new layout for the interior of the building, assigning window and door positions and configuring how and where its companion buildings will adjoin it. |
| I have been on this road before. The standing frame was originally to be an art studio to house the numerous paintings of my late wife. It was also destined to occupy a different location on the site until life intervened and called a halt to progress. Confounded by my inability to progress this construction, despite copious amount of help and materials, I’d had to call a halt to things. |
| It was at this point that Alanna entered the equation clarifying the muddied pool of my ambition and turning my world on its head. It is this perspective more than anything this has allowed me to yield to the unknown, to trust in the invisible realms in a whole new way. |
| Transporting my ideas to the antipodes has allowed me to see the boundaries which I imposed upon my self. More than anything it was presenting workshops in Taiwan, in the home of Feng Shui, which awakened me. Of course life energy, or chi as the Chinese call it, is the essence of architecture, just as it is the essence of life! |
| It’s not that I ever doubted this, but I definitely held back from pushing that agenda more firmly in Ireland. |
| So to The Now and the forward progress of our lives and of our architecture. There are plenty of challenges, not the least of which is a tight budget. So it will be that ways will be found to circumvent these. |
| At last the rain gives way to sun. This rearrangement of the elements is an intrinsic part of Ireland. Earth gives way to sky. Water to fire. So it is our days are renewed. |
| I head north to the Organic Centre to give a talk on mortgage-free housing. The counrtyside is basking in newfound warmth. Ills are forgotten. The yellow is on the broom. Bluebells cast inviting looks in all directions. Bog cotton blankets vast stretches of open land. |
| A cluster of people gather round to hear what I have to say. The usual issues arise. |
| ‘When you talk about mortgage-free shelter do you mean temporary housing?’ |
| ‘Temporary housing - just like our bodies you mean?’ |
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| This exchange sets the tone for what follows. The new me speaking from beyond the old boundaries. I can feel people tighten up and react looking for a way to disengage. We are at the heart of the Irish condition - they can see it all but refuse to talk about it or to make it conscious. |
| This self imposed gravity is a silent meance which can devour the unwary. The trick is to dodge the charge or at least deflect it back to where it came from. |
| A less than exciting start to my Irish sojurn. |
| More to follow shortly |
| Taiwan |
| I am back in the northern hemisphere with the wonderful Alanna, fresh from a most wonderful gig in Taiwan. |
| Presenting Geomancy and Living Architecture to the Chinese smacks of teaching grandmothers to suck eggs. |
| However, like many modern cultures the Taiwanese have lost touch with their old traditions and welcomed our teachings with reverence, insight and characteristic good humour. |
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| Detail of traditional Taiwanese dwelling |
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| View of Japanese-style Taiwanese house |
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| View of model of early Taiwanese dwelling |
| Johnny Doran: LIVE Plasterclass |
| At Heathrow I encountered an old acquaintance - Toronto based master plasterer Johnny Doran - who dutifully submitted to my request for some words of wisdom. |
| Johnny Doran talks about plaster, swallows, mortgages, land, natural building and life |
| The EconoSpace Project |
| Dublin contributed its own impetus to the momentum of my return - an agreement with RTE1’s Nationwide programme to film the next phase of the EconoSpace Project over the summer period and to broadcast this in the autumn. |
| This new phase of work will involve the roofing of the structure plus installation of clay-straw into the waiting frame along with windows, doors, etc. |
| The waiting EconoSpace frame now to be filled with clay-straw |
| This exciting development is perfectly in tune with the times and with the energy I feel gathering around this project. |
| I am charged up. Ready to spark and rumble like a thundercloud. |
| We all need a spell away from our island fastness, the stimulus of questions in languages we do not understand. |
| It is only in the context of such experience that we can recognise the limits which we impose on ourselves and on each other. |
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| View of clay-straw in peter-post frame |
| Eco Living Festival: June 6th & 7th |
| We need to celebrate, to give thanks, to acknowledge that the wretched illusions of consumption and greed have mercifully dissolved leaving us free to enjoy ourselves. |
| This is what we will be doing in Drumsna, County Leitrim on the weekend of June 6th & 7th - celebrating the richness that is ours to enjoy, sharing the knowledge, freedom and excitement of living life as it really is. |
| I invite you to contribute to this in whatever way you wish. Lend a hand. Give a talk. Play a tune. Tell a story. The only parameter is to be positive. |
| On the simplest level you might download the poster, print a few copies and put them up where people can see them. |
| Spreading the word is another way of making a positive contribution. |
| So, make note of these dates in your diary and make a point of being there. |
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| DOWNLOAD FESTIVAL POSTER |
| Between us, Alanna & myself have over 60 years experience of alternative living. |
| Most of the speakers have similar backgrounds and, like ourselves, are willing to share this for the benefit of all. |
| You can be assured that you will only hear the truth about the reality of living alternatively. |
| Practical and positive solutions will be the order of the day. |
| If you come by train there will be transport available from Carrick-on-Shannon train station. |
| Admission will be €5 or €10 for families. |
| Eco Living Festival Programme |
| 10.30am - 5pm each day |
| We are now fine tuning the programme using a format whereby there will be talks on the hour, every hour. |
| This will be supplemented with films, discussions and good conversation. |
| As the programme currently stands, there will be talks on: |
| The living landscape; Edible wild foods; Water - Ireland’s greatest resource; Living Architecture; The EconoSpace - including a field trip to visit one; Alternative energy systems; Natural paints; Agroforestry; Forest gardens; Permaculture; Heritage Apples; Building Energy Rating; plus more |
| The evolving programme will be posted at permacultureireland.ie |
| THINGS TO DO TO HELP MAKE THE FESTIVAL A SUCCESS: |
| MAKE A DATE - MARK YOUR DIARY |
| PRINT SOME POSTERS AND PUT THEM UP |
| TELL YOUR FRIENDS |
| Living Architecture Summer Programme |
| The main thrust of the programme will be hands-on learning. |
| BOOKING & ENQUIRIES FOR ALL COURSES: 076 602 6046 or 086 10 22 400 or sheltermaker at gmail.com |
| LIVE EconoSpacemaking Courses |
| Sat/Sun August 22/23rd and September 19/20th |
| These weekend LIVE Courses will cover Design and Construction allowing you to confidently tackle into creating your own EconoSpace. |
| Course fees: €150/Couples €275 Limited place available |
| Permaculture - Sustainable Food & Shelter |
| Sat/Sun June 27/28th and July 25/26th |
| In these weekend Courses Alanna and myself will be covering the design and practice of growing food and creating shelter. |
| Course fees: €150/Couples €275 Limited place available |
| Low Tech Living |
| Sat/Sun June 11/12th |
| In this Course Alanna and myself will be showing you how to live simply - getting off the grid; composting your waste; cooking with wood; getting rid of the fridge and the tv; plus all the pyschological stuff attached to such a lifestyle. You will also learn about building and growing food. |
| Course fees: €150/Couples €275 Limited place available |
| Details of Courses at other locations available HERE |
| Alanna Moore’s Summer Programme available HERE |
| BOOKING & ENQUIRIES FOR ALL COURSES: 076 602 6046 or 086 10 22 400 or alannamoore at gcom.net.au |
| NEXT SHELTERMAKER: MIDSUMMER |