Year 2222 200 winters away How many generations will have passed? What will I&I enjoy in life? What of one's own ways will continue? What lessons will I&I have learned? What challenges will I&I face? What will I&I have of the essential gifts to sustain oneself? Wood, water, air, soil, energy? #TreesAreTheAnswer #WeAlreadyKnow #Hózhó
“Language is our gift and our responsibility. I’ve come to think of writing as an act of reciprocity with the living land. Words to remember old stories, words to tell new ones, stories that bring science and spirit back together to nurture our becoming people made of corn.”
via Robin Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass, page 347.
Every one has mind, body, spirit
Every being expressed by Mind, Speech, and Body
Archetypal essence, idea, consciousness
Pattern formation, design, name
Specific presence, action, physicality
3, 2, 1, “It’s Alive!”
3, 2, 1, “Hello, hi” (go ahead, talk, like talking with a pet)
“May peace be upon you”
depending on notions of owning independent
we forfeit sentience of heaven-sent inter-dependence
alas, what do I depend on?
the state? the fate of oppressed folks otherwise like me, born in Saudi, Venezuela or Nigeria?
fossil fuels, tools, and tossing money trickling up toward fools who pay to play and pay to make the rules
what do I depend on?
If you could do one thing to make your community a better place what would you do?via J.T. @ https://www.facebook.com/jerome516/posts/1082094282191807
This is a great question Jerome, thanks for sharing it and your thoughts.
I would prioritize healthy, equitable agroforests through urban and rural landscapes. Trees that can help meet people’s basic needs (fiber, fuel, food, farmaceuticals, fun, +), in public parks and sidewalk green spaces, in yards, serving as bountiful fences, and texturing our agricultural landscapes, diets, and cultures. Acts of restoration, relinquishment, and resilience which ripple mass reforestation and good health.
Much love to the trees that have been with our northern climate ancestors who I’d hope to see in my area: hazelnuts, birches, maples, honeyberries, chestnuts, acorns, hickories, walnuts and pecans and that whole fam, elderberries, willows, spruces, and so many more.
More specifically, if it needs to be one single thing: cultivate a cooperatively-owned tree crop processing facility that can be used in the community and potentially as a regional hub, to help people meet their basic needs using trees. Areas of primary interest would be:
- food (for biocultural restoration),
- fuel (to heal fossil fuel addiction), and
- fiber (to build resilience in the face of social environmental, and economic disturbances).
Interested in this also? Let’s talk and collaborate, let’s walk and exacerbate our own nuttiness, let’s squawck and walk the talk and elaborate on a way to initiate … do great or forsake. People ate acorns for millennia before they ate candy corns. Let’s make it happen.
Album playlist: Nate – Make It Happen
I poem I originally shared July 15, 2014:
All was alright in the world, as I was moving toward the light
Looking for some food so I’d sleep well through the night
And awaken another day
My mouth becomes open
!!! Woah I am awoken !
I spread my wings and make like a cross
Then my world is tossed – tension to release; anticipation to closure; potential to kinetic
It is written
Now I make like the moss (gratitude to the roots, foundations of the Kingdom)
Growing slowly through the churning fires of Time
Now at the turning of the rhyme, I ask:
Have I eaten or been eaten?
semper fi punk
open wide trunk
dag nabbit go'n grab it
go'n stab it with the sword o' separation
meditation, divide two parts to start
finding the heart, third waypoint hark
there they point: two poles to a whole
two souls and a bowl
pythagorian therians has me seein' medians
dan tien meridians
fission vision endearing 'em
yea, gettin' outta my funk
pull a sword outta my trunk and behold it
thine self, known it
all along, we ample strong when we together
O, different for the better
opposites coincide, open yer eyes wide
breathe, so you ain't blue in the face
union, in pace with nature's trace
‘cept for the walks
digital fire talks
discrete data seeps wet matter
of fact, what’s the matter
in fact, what’s it gather
Know thyself, for who else can, so well as oneself?
A holler in the forest echos through the halls
Halls in every direction, 360
Halls in layers, landscapes and microclimates
Tracks and trunks
A halls of the forest