We had a kombi turning up every week to sit in the market with planted hearts around the machine, showing love and support for refugee’s. With a beautiful young man and his woman who eventually ended up marrying there, who would sit with his hearts, and cry with the pain of humanity.
There was a guy who turned up one day, Riddum, and when he turned up, he brought the rhythm with him. He cut holes in washing machine innards to turn them into fire drums, and he was very unique. Sometimes in the middle of packing his van, or cutting a drum, or having a conversation, he'd just stop for a while. Freeze in action. And none of us ever hassled him, or asked him about it, or gave him a hard time, we just accepted it as part of him. He brought amazing instruments and drums and concepts to our market every sunday, and gave us the gift of himself.
We hosted a Grandmother Drum that had been all round the world with it’s attendant priestesses. And locals, marketeers, devotees and spiritual folk from all the world surrounded it with candles and drummed with dignity. There was a stalwart catholic of the community association, who was a very stern woman, and on watching the drumming and 'new age knicker dance', and partaking solemly in the drumming herself, commented to me as she walked away, "Well I wish I was that uninhibited, but at least they're having a good time...."
We started a branch of the Greens in a tiny South Australian town, and in the middle of Alexander Downers blue ribbon seat.
We had market relationships and babies, and there was even a couple who told me one Sunday that they’d given up going to church, because coming to the market felt a lot more like church than where they’d been going.
We had a couple with their in-laws turn up for a picnic in the middle of our big circle of a market, and eventuate to yelling at each other, and fighting and pointing fingers, and then they resolved it and ended up hugging each other, and only then did the circling marketeers come in to thank them for trusting us with their intense life experience and hug them.
We inspired a whole bunch of people to stop shaving their armpits and bits, and stop using soap, cause me and Currawong have dead sexy pheromones, and we’d all turn up to market in the morning and sniff each others armpits as we told stories about the week, compared notes, and had lots of hugs. And the whole experience inspired me to spin and crochet a complete fantasy world....
We were once described as a mini Womad every sunday by Postcards, and there was always dancing.
And to all those who remember it, I've never stopped dreaming about how to turn what we all experienced together into a daily reality, and have never given up on those gorgeous community dreams we shared! I think we're finally forming that religion that we were always going on about too.....
No matter how unrealistic, dreamy, flaky, or insignificant you may think your true desires are, please follow them, love them, play with them and let them out to play with us, because one thing I do know, is that if you do, the world will be a happier place.