Day 203 Grotesque Mushrooms & Community Pancakes

Just after midnight. Everybody went home and almost all of us in our beds. My thoughts are heavy with the last hour of the evening. The laughter around the table, the risotto and the smell of the giant pancakes still lingers in the flat, but in my mind it already feels like a distant memory. I wanted to keep this evening sweet, protecting the essence of sharing meals in community, but part tiredness part concern about the expectations of etiquette kidnaped the last hour. I realised through a conversation, that in a practical sense I could do a lot more to feel energised. Funny enough, that would mean more rest. Also there was a lot of discussion today about what to do next with Mission Year. Some say I should make them aware about my situation, others say not to do things just to please. I would like to grow like mushrooms in the wilderness, but not the ones that look grotesque in a growing box, but those with many flavours by the bluebells under the great trees of the woods.