Out of an absolute low point. Really with the question ‘Shit, where in this world can you even still live?!’ In an intense experience of what we’re doing to ourselves as humanity with our Wi-Fi and mobile-signal mania: the question to ourselves, ‘What would our life look like RIGHT NOW, at its most ideal?’… drawn, played, talked through, written down. Okay — what’s the next concrete step toward that? Alright, never mind… let’s just rent something somewhere where we can do a retreat… Decision made, we search, we tell people about it, and one of them says: ‘You want to meditate? In a quiet, lonely place? Maybe I’ve got something for you…!’ And leaves us his beach hut on a fairly remote beach, where at most two fishermen pass by a day, nothing else. A well whose water you can drink filtered, plenty of driftwood for the fire we keep going all day. The day’s missions: fetch wood, get coconuts from the tree, fabricate dishes and tools — because the old raw-foodist has basically nothing there. The machete wasn’t where it should be either… so we made do with a Swiss army knife, and with it: a muesli bowl from a freshly opened coconut, a cooking spoon from driftwood, a salad bowl from a calabash, cups and mugs from bamboo and coconuts… Robinson Crusoe skills, tested: vegetables cooked in banana leaves under a layer of pebbles and embers! What a feast! What a healing time — unforced, simple, naked on the beach, sleeping by the campfire under a full moon… If I have to name the happiest month of my life, this off-grid month is the first that comes to mind!
