It has been a really long time since I last wrote you. I’m not sure where to begin, but I’ll catch you up a bit. As you know, I’ve been traveling around the world on my bike, burdened a bit by the sharp arrow of love that pierced the upper-thigh of my right leg and was shot by a skilled and clever love-archer, Athena. It’s a long story. Ever since the leg wound, I’ve been following her from Belgium to Mont Ventoux to a beetle farm in Spain and across the United States in a converted school-bus-turned-artisanal-beer-factory; I’ve now arrived semi-permanently to the spiritual vortex of Ojai, California. I’m no longer chasing her (as of last week)…and the leg wound is being healed by the constant turning of the pedals on my bike. Circles.
So here’s the thing: I’m a huge John Lennon fan and it turns out it was the result of many conversations he had with the spiritual teacher Jiddu Krishnamurti in Ojai that inspired him to write “Imagine.” That’s why I’m here.
So, imagine this.
Every day, I wake up and look at my bike. I am no longer tied to the constraints of the working life because I’ve released myself from the burden of money. I trade or barter for everything, which since I don’t have much is a fairly one-sided transaction. I’m trying to start an experimental community in Ojai where we survive on Pixie tangerines, slow growth, sustainable love, medieval clothing and gravel riding. You in? If so, what do you have to trade for it?
I grow all my own food, and I drink water from the bosom of citrus trees. My only expenses are tubes and
mead and cider and happy hour at Azu—where I feast on bacon-wrapped dates and fried calamari five nights a week. I brand everything on social media and tag it @ojaimedievalwarrioroflove4evr. That’s my job. I brand.
Hang in there. We will ride. We will trade stuff, then eat Pixies, drink from the bosom of citrus trees, ride again, drink mead and then we can brand. You in? If so, you need to tell me pretty soon what you have to trade. We are pretty small right now, only one person, but we are projecting huge growth once the rain comes and the Pixies return to glory. Imagine.