We are back in the flow
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Francisca Wegdam lives in the French Pyrenees with her 2 sons and 2 dogs. She is a so-called ‘gardienne’ of a 90 hectare property. It is her mission to start an eco-community with equally interested people. The plot, however, is not yet theirs. Every day she is being confronted with problems regarding the basic needs and living conditions.
In the middle of the night the dogs were minging. I went downstairs, turned on the light, only to find out the light was not working. It was pitch dark. I went upstairs again because I knew there was a torch light right beside my son’s bed. In the torch’s tiny beam of light I went back down again. I took the dogs outside. It was raining. I struck me it wasn’t cold at all. The dogs did a wee and wanted to go back inside straight away. What was the cause of the power failure? The storm, the rain? Did a tree fall down and wrecked the cables? Were we the only ones, or did our neighbours – 2 kilometers down the road – suffer from a power failure as well? All these question were running through my mind. After I put the dogs back in their beds, I decided to look for the cause of the power failure in the morning. Get some sleep first. While laying in my bed, I noticed my heart was pounding. What did this mean? That I wasn’t in a flow.
Apparently, to be cut off from electricity gave me an eerie feeling, although I do not consider myself a scaredy-cat. The next morning I went outside with the dogs and saw that a tree had fallen down, partially on the offroad vehicle. Leaving the windscreen in a hundred pieces. It was still attached to the car. I also found one of the outside mirrors to be broken. The tree was just about attached to the slope of the hill on the right side, while it’s crown lay on the ground to the left. It was dangerous to walk underneath it. How on earth am I going the fix this? Together with my youngest son Teun (8), I tied a rope to the trunk and fixed it to the top of the slope. We sawed off some of the side-branches. Still we were not able to completely saw off the trunk. There was simply too much pressure on the tree. The blade of the saw could get stuck that way. Or worse, the whole trunk could come down. My eldest son Otto (10) came outside and said: ‘mummy, why don’t you back up the car? Right, I never thought about that. I found a welding mask in the barn that I used, just in case the windscreen would fall out completely. I put on a coat because I was still wearing my pyjamas. Via the passenger’s seat I got behind the steering wheel. I connected the yellow and the white cables and started the engine.
I reversed the vehicle and went full throttle. The vehicle went flying backwards and the tree was still dangerously dangling in mid air. ‘So far, so good’. This way I could safely break the tree’s fall. As I don’t like chainsaws at all, we managed to chop down the tree with an axe. In perfect pieces of 50 cm. ready for the fireplace. Just like plums, apples, pears, nuts and figs, even fire wood drops from the air, over here. I nearly forgot that we had a power failure as well. Firstly, I checked the circuit breakers. It always gives me the creeps when I have to go down to the basement. It is mouldy. There is no life in it, apart from the odd bat. Luckily everything went smoothly. I found the trip switch, pressed it and everything was working again. What a relief. We’re back in the flow. Unfortunately not for long. The next evening after washing the dishes Otto called out: ‘mum, there’s no water coming from the tap’. It’s funny that I don’t panic straightaway. All summer long we scarcely used the water from the well a. because we were here with loads of people and b. because the well’s waterlevel was extremely low. Although I don’t particularly like the idea that there is no water coming from the tap. Last week, after Teun told me the water had a funny taste (normally the water tastes great), we had to get rid of a dead mouse that was floating in the well. With a sieve we also tried to get all the hair out. We held an Agnihotra ceremony for the mouse and for the purification of the water. After this event we boiled the tap water before drinking it. I was pretty fed up by this. How do I know it’s safe to drink the water again. But now, that there is no water coming from the tap anymore, where do I begin? I know the well hasn’t dried up completely. What does this tell me? The well is not in a flow. That’s obvious. Or am I not in the flow? Do I listen to my own source?
Maybe we blocked a pipe while trying to get rid of all the mouse’s fur, by using a ladder to go down the well. Or the pipe is blocked because of rocks falling in. I too checked all this, without any results. Or is there a wandering soul who seeks attention? Even before we did the Agnithora ceremony, a guest staying with us, saw a lot of wandering spirits that went to the light while doing this ceremony. Maybe one of them stayed behind? At the moment we go to Alet les Bains to get drinking water. And we bathe in the hot springs of Rennes les Bains. It forces us to travel, but it is a great opportunity to meet people as well. Every disadvantage has it’s advantage. Just before editing this article, the solution to let the water flow again came to me in the hot springs of Rennes les Bains. I had encountered a particular man before. All of a sudden he came to us while we were taking a bath. The next day he came to my house and after a thorough examination, the water flowed again. It’s great to have a handyman about the house. Especially when he is as gorgeous as this divine creation. What a temple! Not only the water is flowing again, so am I. Thanks to all sources of energy!!!
