William George Paul
@willipaul.bsky.social
Village maker, poet, storyteller, resilience man. planetshifter.com - poems and new myths. willipaulstudio.com - business and research. resilience vision - resilientcommunities.network
"The Pond at Watershed Village"
In time, the villagers saw that the pond was more than water. It was a mirror. The people of Watershed Village learned what all stewards must: that peaceful change begins not with conquest, but with care. (ed.)
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In time, the villagers saw that the pond was more than water. It was a mirror. The people of Watershed Village learned what all stewards must: that peaceful change begins not with conquest, but with care. (ed.)
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February 9, 2026 at 11:34 PM
"The Pond at Watershed Village"
In time, the villagers saw that the pond was more than water. It was a mirror. The people of Watershed Village learned what all stewards must: that peaceful change begins not with conquest, but with care. (ed.)
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In time, the villagers saw that the pond was more than water. It was a mirror. The people of Watershed Village learned what all stewards must: that peaceful change begins not with conquest, but with care. (ed.)
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"The Commons"
Wind moves across the gathered fields
carrying the breath of those before us
Hands meet not to divide
but to remember the shape of enough
Law becomes soil
and from the soil
we grow each other.
Wind moves across the gathered fields
carrying the breath of those before us
Hands meet not to divide
but to remember the shape of enough
Law becomes soil
and from the soil
we grow each other.
February 9, 2026 at 2:03 PM
"The Commons"
Wind moves across the gathered fields
carrying the breath of those before us
Hands meet not to divide
but to remember the shape of enough
Law becomes soil
and from the soil
we grow each other.
Wind moves across the gathered fields
carrying the breath of those before us
Hands meet not to divide
but to remember the shape of enough
Law becomes soil
and from the soil
we grow each other.
Seeking EcoVillage to Join in Santa Cruz / Northern CA Area.
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February 8, 2026 at 9:39 PM
Seeking EcoVillage to Join in Santa Cruz / Northern CA Area.
Any leads are appreciated. Please follow / chat?
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Visit Resilient Communities Network
A permanent commons for living sustainably on the land within a regenerative economic system.
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A permanent commons for living sustainably on the land within a regenerative economic system.
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February 4, 2026 at 4:52 PM
Visit Resilient Communities Network
A permanent commons for living sustainably on the land within a regenerative economic system.
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A permanent commons for living sustainably on the land within a regenerative economic system.
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haiku #24
Flag stirs in soft wind
beneath, roots weave their own prayer
light grows where doubt sleeps.
Flag stirs in soft wind
beneath, roots weave their own prayer
light grows where doubt sleeps.
February 3, 2026 at 2:47 PM
haiku #24
Flag stirs in soft wind
beneath, roots weave their own prayer
light grows where doubt sleeps.
Flag stirs in soft wind
beneath, roots weave their own prayer
light grows where doubt sleeps.
Another day on the cross?
February 2, 2026 at 9:24 PM
Another day on the cross?
"Longbow Village: A Permaculture Story"
Work became their prayer. Some shaped bricks from earth, some brewed soap from ash. They raised walls with hands that had known both war and harvest. They wove a pattern of care across the land. (ed.)
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Work became their prayer. Some shaped bricks from earth, some brewed soap from ash. They raised walls with hands that had known both war and harvest. They wove a pattern of care across the land. (ed.)
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February 2, 2026 at 3:08 PM
"Longbow Village: A Permaculture Story"
Work became their prayer. Some shaped bricks from earth, some brewed soap from ash. They raised walls with hands that had known both war and harvest. They wove a pattern of care across the land. (ed.)
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Work became their prayer. Some shaped bricks from earth, some brewed soap from ash. They raised walls with hands that had known both war and harvest. They wove a pattern of care across the land. (ed.)
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"William the Communicator"
He builds with words
not bricks
villages of thought
frameworks of care
Circuits hum beside willows
A new song stirs
part data, part soil
Community isn’t mapped
it’s grown
like vines seeking the sun
never certain
always reaching.
He builds with words
not bricks
villages of thought
frameworks of care
Circuits hum beside willows
A new song stirs
part data, part soil
Community isn’t mapped
it’s grown
like vines seeking the sun
never certain
always reaching.
February 1, 2026 at 10:14 PM
"William the Communicator"
He builds with words
not bricks
villages of thought
frameworks of care
Circuits hum beside willows
A new song stirs
part data, part soil
Community isn’t mapped
it’s grown
like vines seeking the sun
never certain
always reaching.
He builds with words
not bricks
villages of thought
frameworks of care
Circuits hum beside willows
A new song stirs
part data, part soil
Community isn’t mapped
it’s grown
like vines seeking the sun
never certain
always reaching.
"A food forest dream"
In the field where corn once stood
hands press roots into memory
Laughter breaks the soil’s silence
and the earth listens
slowly becoming forest again.
In the field where corn once stood
hands press roots into memory
Laughter breaks the soil’s silence
and the earth listens
slowly becoming forest again.
February 1, 2026 at 9:14 PM
"A food forest dream"
In the field where corn once stood
hands press roots into memory
Laughter breaks the soil’s silence
and the earth listens
slowly becoming forest again.
In the field where corn once stood
hands press roots into memory
Laughter breaks the soil’s silence
and the earth listens
slowly becoming forest again.
February 1, 2026 at 3:20 PM
"The Food Forest"
At the village’s edge, the soil waited
No single hero rose
They planted hope in layers
roots deep
They tended both tree and trust
When fruit hung heavy for all
they spoke only of ours
The land changed them
and they became its myth.
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At the village’s edge, the soil waited
No single hero rose
They planted hope in layers
roots deep
They tended both tree and trust
When fruit hung heavy for all
they spoke only of ours
The land changed them
and they became its myth.
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January 30, 2026 at 3:41 PM
"The Food Forest"
At the village’s edge, the soil waited
No single hero rose
They planted hope in layers
roots deep
They tended both tree and trust
When fruit hung heavy for all
they spoke only of ours
The land changed them
and they became its myth.
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At the village’s edge, the soil waited
No single hero rose
They planted hope in layers
roots deep
They tended both tree and trust
When fruit hung heavy for all
they spoke only of ours
The land changed them
and they became its myth.
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"Luminous Travelers"
Twelve families arrive
not to slay dragons
but to dig a well
plant seeds
and listen for water’s story
Their magic is shared labor
love grown from soil and song
A new myth begins
victory as a full table
transformation as community.
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Twelve families arrive
not to slay dragons
but to dig a well
plant seeds
and listen for water’s story
Their magic is shared labor
love grown from soil and song
A new myth begins
victory as a full table
transformation as community.
resilientcommunities.network/
January 29, 2026 at 2:44 PM
"Luminous Travelers"
Twelve families arrive
not to slay dragons
but to dig a well
plant seeds
and listen for water’s story
Their magic is shared labor
love grown from soil and song
A new myth begins
victory as a full table
transformation as community.
resilientcommunities.network/
Twelve families arrive
not to slay dragons
but to dig a well
plant seeds
and listen for water’s story
Their magic is shared labor
love grown from soil and song
A new myth begins
victory as a full table
transformation as community.
resilientcommunities.network/
Haiku #18
texting Angels
they are free wings
searching for souls
and heaven's spots
texting Angels
they are free wings
searching for souls
and heaven's spots
January 29, 2026 at 2:14 PM
Haiku #18
texting Angels
they are free wings
searching for souls
and heaven's spots
texting Angels
they are free wings
searching for souls
and heaven's spots
Permaculture Peace Village
New Quaker Myth
The Peace Village was born- not as a refuge from collapse, but as a new beginning within it. Travelers came. Within the Village, peace became not an idea, but an action, lived daily in compost, conversation, and care. (ed.)
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New Quaker Myth
The Peace Village was born- not as a refuge from collapse, but as a new beginning within it. Travelers came. Within the Village, peace became not an idea, but an action, lived daily in compost, conversation, and care. (ed.)
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January 28, 2026 at 7:07 PM
Permaculture Peace Village
New Quaker Myth
The Peace Village was born- not as a refuge from collapse, but as a new beginning within it. Travelers came. Within the Village, peace became not an idea, but an action, lived daily in compost, conversation, and care. (ed.)
resilientcommunities.network
New Quaker Myth
The Peace Village was born- not as a refuge from collapse, but as a new beginning within it. Travelers came. Within the Village, peace became not an idea, but an action, lived daily in compost, conversation, and care. (ed.)
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A Spiritual Journey
Beneath the tilled and sacred ground
new myths take root, their whispers sound
The hero wakes in every heart
where soil and spirit weave their art
Through chaos, song, and hands that heal
the world reborn begins to feel.
Beneath the tilled and sacred ground
new myths take root, their whispers sound
The hero wakes in every heart
where soil and spirit weave their art
Through chaos, song, and hands that heal
the world reborn begins to feel.
January 27, 2026 at 7:17 PM
A Spiritual Journey
Beneath the tilled and sacred ground
new myths take root, their whispers sound
The hero wakes in every heart
where soil and spirit weave their art
Through chaos, song, and hands that heal
the world reborn begins to feel.
Beneath the tilled and sacred ground
new myths take root, their whispers sound
The hero wakes in every heart
where soil and spirit weave their art
Through chaos, song, and hands that heal
the world reborn begins to feel.
Haiku #14
Hand in hand we breathe
Mid-morning love softly hums
God’s Day wakes in Light.
Hand in hand we breathe
Mid-morning love softly hums
God’s Day wakes in Light.
January 26, 2026 at 5:16 PM
Haiku #14
Hand in hand we breathe
Mid-morning love softly hums
God’s Day wakes in Light.
Hand in hand we breathe
Mid-morning love softly hums
God’s Day wakes in Light.
Hiking the Central California coast.
January 25, 2026 at 11:26 PM
Hiking the Central California coast.
Haiku #13
Bridge between our worlds
each step a quiet promise
Earth reminds us.
Bridge between our worlds
each step a quiet promise
Earth reminds us.
January 25, 2026 at 9:21 PM
Haiku #13
Bridge between our worlds
each step a quiet promise
Earth reminds us.
Bridge between our worlds
each step a quiet promise
Earth reminds us.
"Stitched Together"
Stitched together by starlight and salt air
two hearts wandered where wildness breathes
The ocean whispered ancient prayers
and gold leaves trembled in mist-draped trees
In coral bloom and forest green
they found the world alive, serene.
Stitched together by starlight and salt air
two hearts wandered where wildness breathes
The ocean whispered ancient prayers
and gold leaves trembled in mist-draped trees
In coral bloom and forest green
they found the world alive, serene.
January 23, 2026 at 3:28 PM
"Stitched Together"
Stitched together by starlight and salt air
two hearts wandered where wildness breathes
The ocean whispered ancient prayers
and gold leaves trembled in mist-draped trees
In coral bloom and forest green
they found the world alive, serene.
Stitched together by starlight and salt air
two hearts wandered where wildness breathes
The ocean whispered ancient prayers
and gold leaves trembled in mist-draped trees
In coral bloom and forest green
they found the world alive, serene.
song lyrics
The shine of stars
on glass and steel
the shine that makes songs
for you and me
Love in the garden
love on the Moon
for family
love at the zoo
We become one
we become two
we become the stars
we become me and you.
The shine of stars
on glass and steel
the shine that makes songs
for you and me
Love in the garden
love on the Moon
for family
love at the zoo
We become one
we become two
we become the stars
we become me and you.
January 22, 2026 at 3:13 PM
song lyrics
The shine of stars
on glass and steel
the shine that makes songs
for you and me
Love in the garden
love on the Moon
for family
love at the zoo
We become one
we become two
we become the stars
we become me and you.
The shine of stars
on glass and steel
the shine that makes songs
for you and me
Love in the garden
love on the Moon
for family
love at the zoo
We become one
we become two
we become the stars
we become me and you.
"Beloved Earth"
Your breath stirs life
through every root and vein
In rich soil, we weave our dreams
care, share, grow again
The rain sings in patterns of trust
sunlight paints balance on every leaf
With clear eyes, we tend your heart
sowing peace beyond belief.
Your breath stirs life
through every root and vein
In rich soil, we weave our dreams
care, share, grow again
The rain sings in patterns of trust
sunlight paints balance on every leaf
With clear eyes, we tend your heart
sowing peace beyond belief.
January 20, 2026 at 4:10 PM
"Beloved Earth"
Your breath stirs life
through every root and vein
In rich soil, we weave our dreams
care, share, grow again
The rain sings in patterns of trust
sunlight paints balance on every leaf
With clear eyes, we tend your heart
sowing peace beyond belief.
Your breath stirs life
through every root and vein
In rich soil, we weave our dreams
care, share, grow again
The rain sings in patterns of trust
sunlight paints balance on every leaf
With clear eyes, we tend your heart
sowing peace beyond belief.
"permaculture collaborators"
A Resilient Communities Network Story
"Around the campfire, participants shared meals made from the land and stories of transformation. Guest instructors brought wisdom from decades of experience..." (ed.)
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A Resilient Communities Network Story
"Around the campfire, participants shared meals made from the land and stories of transformation. Guest instructors brought wisdom from decades of experience..." (ed.)
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January 19, 2026 at 5:10 PM
"permaculture collaborators"
A Resilient Communities Network Story
"Around the campfire, participants shared meals made from the land and stories of transformation. Guest instructors brought wisdom from decades of experience..." (ed.)
resilientcommunities.network
A Resilient Communities Network Story
"Around the campfire, participants shared meals made from the land and stories of transformation. Guest instructors brought wisdom from decades of experience..." (ed.)
resilientcommunities.network
Haiku #5
Iron birds in flight
roots whisper beneath the wire
silence wears a crown.
Iron birds in flight
roots whisper beneath the wire
silence wears a crown.
January 17, 2026 at 11:21 PM
Haiku #5
Iron birds in flight
roots whisper beneath the wire
silence wears a crown.
Iron birds in flight
roots whisper beneath the wire
silence wears a crown.
"A food forest dream"
By afternoon, the sound of shovels and laughter mixed with birdsong. Mulch spread like a blanket underfoot, thick and fragrant. Water lines twined between saplings, catching the last glimmer of autumn sun - a collective act of regeneration.
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By afternoon, the sound of shovels and laughter mixed with birdsong. Mulch spread like a blanket underfoot, thick and fragrant. Water lines twined between saplings, catching the last glimmer of autumn sun - a collective act of regeneration.
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January 12, 2026 at 4:21 PM
"A food forest dream"
By afternoon, the sound of shovels and laughter mixed with birdsong. Mulch spread like a blanket underfoot, thick and fragrant. Water lines twined between saplings, catching the last glimmer of autumn sun - a collective act of regeneration.
resilientcommunities.network
By afternoon, the sound of shovels and laughter mixed with birdsong. Mulch spread like a blanket underfoot, thick and fragrant. Water lines twined between saplings, catching the last glimmer of autumn sun - a collective act of regeneration.
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