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It took some time, after finishing the "One Straw Revolution" (by. Masanobu Fukuoka) to find his food mandalas. His "do nothing" philosophy is very appealing in a lot of ways. He sought harmony with nature in his daily away from capitalism, and I believe he lived his teachings till the end of his days. Although, I currently don't own land for farming. I want to apply his teachings: mindfulness, and being keen to listen to silence. Sometimes doing nothing and allowing nature to balance itself.
I may read this book again as I continue to grow.
Nasturtium majus is the indigenous species for where I live in TX. This might be a tasty addition to my garden. I'm open to foraging, but the foraging in practice might be more dangerous with so many unknown factors. I don't know how many of my neighbors, or the city parks and recs, spray pesticides or herbicides.
What My Father Knows
by Ross Shideler
My father raised me to know
that I am not different
from anyone else. This knowledge
makes me respond to you all
with doubt.
If you dreamed
as an eight year old
of shoveling coal into a furnace
and the furnace exploded
blowing you sky high,
and you saw from up there
while hanging to a stove pipe
the entire city, then
came down slowly
to the basement again,
why don’t you wish
to be a bird as I do?
And assuming
that you discovered around fourteen
that your parents were nice
but not your own
and you watched every night
for a starship to arrive,
why aren’t you aware of how alien
we all are to this planet?
Perhaps most confusing
is that I know you have spent
as many days and nights
as I have fearing death
and dreaming of a private escape
or of a discovery to save everyone,
yet still you seem to forget
what heroes and heroines we are
to get up every morning,
to go to bed every night.
I Don’t Say Goodbye, I Only Say Ciao
Poem by. Gabrielle Octavia Rucker
What bloody lense holds firm between this mystery & us? Two shiny crows
tapping intelligently on the glass of a dream.
Please! Do not make me do the human things—
I must tend to my many plankton realities,
must be off with my better self:
One million faces lined
along a mirrored tunnel & in each that same tricky knot begging.
You couldn’t know how long I suffered over it, my long waiting at the end of the maze.
I can only guess what you think I’m after, stretching in the mirror
while you rattle on about sabotage,
an old tension springing in the body.
Michael Pollan Quote
From “This is Your Mind on Plants” (2021)
Would people have ever discovered coffee or tea, let alone continued to drink them for hundreds of years, if not for caffeine? There are countless other seeds and leaves that can be steeped in hot water to make a beverage, and some number of them surely taste better than coffee or tea, but where are the shrines to those plants in our homes and offices and shops? Let’s face it: The rococo structures of meaning we’ve erected atop those psychoactive molecules are just culture’s way of dressing up our desire to change consciousness in the finery of metaphor and association. Indeed, what really commends these beverages to us is their association not with wood smoke or stone fruit or biscuits, but with the experience of well-being—of euphoria—they reliably give us.