One of the main reasons we are getting back in the farming game::to eat the level of veggies we do when we are growing for more folks than ourselves.
The few years we barely gardened at all while in recovery mode from ending our 8 years of CSA and market growing, our level of vitality dropped. We got sick bunches more, and micro-health issue were slowly inching towards larger ones. It was clear and felt.
Health is a very, very, very, very, very, very multi-faceted part of having this human body, and I don't ever want to imply it's straightforward, or that eating dynamically grown vegetables will abate sickness. But I do know, from experience, that food is our first line, our first medicine. It sets it's stage, then of course has to co-mingle with many other of the complex theatrics of embodiement and the reality of fortune and heritage, but I think it is much stronger in this than both non-nutritive minded western medicine *and* micro-nutritive health consciousness gives it credit for. It's the first, ancestral wellbeing. It's earth-given wellbeing. It was an intimate knowing that is missing and hard as heck to step back into without direct experience with it.
I wish every day that there was an easy way to give that experience to others. To undo cultural disconnection from this prime, to create not just whole food systems, but whole food relationships, for not just those privy to the farmer's market goings ons, but especially those not and outside of this world. We stopped farming for the years we did, partly out a sense of the futulity of our goals when compared to what was, and mostly wasn't, shifting. Like all things right now, the problem has become too large for easy answers.
But, to know that we need it so much ourselves, it recconected us with a hope:: that to grow vibrant food and try to keep that vibration going, rippling, is worth it. To try to find the ways this still can be intersectional activism and service, because it has to be. To keep going because the food is that good, that necessary, a basic human right for all.
#earthdayeveryday
#sustainabilitymeans
#foodismedicineforthepeople
#dismantlerebuild
#growingwildandwell
Agaricus benardii.
Edible, and evidently delicious (there was only one, so only the husband and littlest ate any). But, the beauty! Always stopped short by the designs in this place. Getting to live in a way that is like this, an open door to this kind of mystery in certainty, how can this simple natural knowing pass like the mycelium of the earth to connect--to reconnect--with all, us all?
The work that matters most to me.
#radicalcommunity
#likethemycelium
#earthschool
#mayallofusknowthisblessingofbeing
#growingwild
F*ck the noise.
The "mantra" that finally came clear, as the moon sidled up next to the sun in Aries, making her appear dark, teaching us the stillness of listening.
Aries is the ultimate sign of self, and it is the Fool, the beginning of the journey of soul. We can't honestly be available and collaborative, of service and in care, if our container isn't first sealed and distinguished in itself.
I know personally the places this is twerking things up in my life, and with this moon refresh, I say fuck the noise. We've been expanding like crazy, all so good, but if it's pulled you to far out of your lane, turn down the radio and make sure you are listening inside first. It will only give all your action that much more power to do the work you are doing.
#goodnightbeautifulpeople
#newmoonknowings
#elderblossomwisdom
#growingwild
The smell of light at the darkest time is the smell of fir.