Jump in the Trunk
As I meandered home from the ocean and gazed out to the mountains, I felt the call to spend some time in nature.
Friends and mentors talk about going out into the wilderness for days on end. Sometimes with nothing except a knife.
I didn’t want to hit full turbo - Cool ya jets Ben Grylls.
But I knew I needed a new experience which involved hands and dirt.
‘Fuck sake’ I thought as I scratched around in my brain for the last time I’d used my hands for something other than typing on a keyboard.
Sad. Shortly followed by…
You know,
the slightly sharp shortness of breath.
The mini-heart flutter from pre-empting something fresh.
The slight loss of control amidst knowing you have none anyway.
Like the time I jumped in the trunk of a random car with a 75 year old Spanish Matador who spoke no English.
The driver, a mid-50s Peruvian businessman and his younger wife. Plus their Columbian friends (two couples in their 50s) jammed across the backseat.
We arrived at their mansion… Drank wine, listened to local music from all of our countries and partied till the sun came up.
That’s 25% of the story. I’ll tell you the rest in person someday.
Point is, they might have never returned me to the sleepy surfing town from which they found me and nobody would’ve known where I went…
That flutter.
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And it was time to ‘jump in the trunk’ again.
So I messaged my buddy Josh who was living and working on an organic fresh produce farm on the Sunny Coast.
The Sunny Coast is a couple of hours north from where I live on the Gold Coast. I’d visited twice and felt magic.
The farm — Shambhala Farm — sounded like a magnet of magic from the tales I’d heard from Joshy, their owner Craig and another mentor of mine I was yet to meet, Jiro.
As is usually the case with my change of course. Like when I decided to fly to Florida to become a deckhand on super-yachts, standing on the red dirt in the middle of Australia making my decision to bullshit a resume and release to whatever was coming my way…
Within 20mins of going back and forth with Joshy, I’d locked in a month’s stay at Shambhala
Board is paid by working for two full days in the dirt and helping out ‘round the place, this also includes a bunch of fresh produce to keep me fuelled.
Pretty much all you need, right?
Go for a wander and ponder that.
That’s what makes this writing process more interesting, throwing in novelty, challenge, new environments and nature to dial up the possibility of finding flow to allow The Project to unfold in the way it wants to.
Showering under the stars, shitting with a front row seat to the bush and listening out for what the plants, animals and even planets (coming round to this astrology stuff slowly) have to tell me.
I could write three blogs about my first day on the farm. But today’s my last day with Jacqui before I won’t see her for between 2–4 weeks, she came up with me to see Josh and take part in the start of the adventure.
So, I’m going on some adventures now. :D
