Green Acre Schedule (as described to maddy):


Friday: Session starts on this day...guests arrive around 5-10 and dinner is from 6-7:30. I get out of the kitchen at 7 ,but then usually have to work the cafe from 8:30 until 11:00 every other week.

Saturday: Full Session day. Schedules range from 7-11:30 3-close, 7-4, and 11-close. Usually i'm 11-close, depending on how big the session is is how quick we get out of the kitchen

Sunday: last day of session. people leave around 2:00 i will either be in the kitchen from 7-4 or have a split from 8-2 and then help with turnover from 2-5

Sunday evening: The eliot youth group (which consists of 90% green acre youth.) meets. We discuss service projects, teaching outreach oppurtunity's etc...We then have an hour practice working on our step dance routine.

Monday: I have monday off. I sleep, meditate, read, eat, relax, and stuff like that

Monday Evening: Every monday evening the youth go over to a local Baha'i house for a deepening on Investigating your spiritual reality. Ronnie (his name) and Diane (her name) are about ready to finish their book and have it published. It's really interesting stuff, that lasts from around 7:30 to 10

Tuesday: I have tuesday off as well...same as monday

Tuesday Evening: We have ruhi, we are about ready to finish up book 1 and then are discussing further deepening oppurtunity's..

Wednesday: I work on Facilities on Wednesdays and help keep the buildings in check, grounds under control and other maintanence that needs to go on.

Wednesday evening: We have stepdance practice from 7-8

Thursday: I work on Facilities again

Thursday evening: some local Baha'is have a potluck every thursday evening. I go sometimes, we have great food, discussion, and i get to play some videogames so it's all good.

Friday: Start it all over again

so yeah it's pretty cool!

with love,

Thaddeus

 

 p.s. i want one of these: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/large-image/-/B00064CED6/ref=dp_impu_img/002-0865473-8184836?me=ATVPDKIKX0DER

So this guy...some guy with a xanga, has been listening to my music. I don't know who you are dude, but thank you. You don't know how much that means to me.

So i'm starting to prepare my life for the next phase. I'm over half done with  my year of service and every day it seems like precious time is being wasted. Where else can i go pray in a room where Abdu'l-Baha stayed anytime I want. Where else can i be in this environment free of the nastiness of the outside world. Where else can i express myself and not have to be worried about what others think, nay but be encouraged by many. Where else can I investigate my reality so clearly, so crystal clearly. Abdu'l-Baha said that this is where the investigation of reality will happen. He (Abdu'l-Baha) used to walk around Green Acre kicking up loose stones and gravel, when asked what he was doing he reportedly said something to the effect of that he was letting out the spirit of the ground. Something like that.

I was looking through the old books in the library here the other day, they have a whole bookcase full of ones that are unique and old and can't be found many other places. And i found one with Ali-Kuli-Kahn's signature in it. Like his actual handwriting. Ali-Kuli-Kahn was one of the foremost scholars of the Baha'i faith who came over with Abdu'l-Baha on his visit to America and stayed behind to help dispell the rumors which the covenent breakers were so fervently spreading about the faith. Where else can you find that.

Across the stree from me is the beginnings of the only Conceptual Baha'i index to all the writings of Baha'u'llah. Started by The Library and Research Committee of the NSA of the USA in the 60's and only about half completed by the time the chairperson of it, Marion Lippett, died in 1982 (i believe). It's amazing. But more on that later.

Where else...

It snowed last night...now it is peaceful.

past the falls, by Dispatch, take it for what you will, it makes me cry:

The wind blew and her hair stood still 
He sits beneath her window sill... 
She awaits the magic in his hands  
He walks her out into the night 
And takes her in a different light 
Her eyes divert to the water beneath his feet 
the water beneath his feet
oh, the water beneath his feet 
oh, the water beneath his feet 
Boy wakes up and runs outside 
To find that all his fears have died 
And all the shells are laying upon the sand 
oh, she kicks a rock along that road 
And stood still while the story was told 
Do you believe in me he said, can you believe in me... 
you believe in me 
oh, you believe in me 
oh, you believe in me 
will you follow me? (will you follow me)
will you follow me? (will you follow me)
will you follow me past the falls
The wind blew and her hair stood still 
He sits beneath her window sill... 
She awaits the magic in his hands 
He walks her out into the night 
And takes her in a different light 
Her eyes divert to the water beneath his feet 
the water beneath his feet
oh, the water beneath his feet 
oh, the water beneath his feet 
oh, you believe in me 
oh, you believe in me