“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.
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.
SPLASH FIGHT BITE 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 So, 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?
samurai funk 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
In cultures around the world, the quarters of the year come with special significance. Here at the midnight of the year we have the fullest darkness yet with that a moment of renewal, of a change in direction as if hitting a rock bottom. Hopefully a soil bottom, but anyway. . .
A merry Christmas celebration of the birth of the solar Son of G-d in many traditions; a happy חֲנֻכָּה lasting of the fuel of the flaming trinity which is a candle (flame, wick, wax); and to all the rock bottom & bounce back of seasonal midnight, winter’s dawn. With that: a new year, an inflection, an arc to bridge the fall and rise, an angle to connect the number lines of one’s lives. A threshold – where you going? I&I Hॐ.
Thanks be to the Source 1 up, run up until sunup Mind aligned with the source In a line find, set of circles squared Order to the chaos, color purple rared, color red relevant whole spectrum sentiments hole in election elements goal is selecting sediments through best practice go flow with the tactics, that is of nature place your faith for fur, but the living kind kick and grind to bind oneself to one better way of being color green butter scene s’all I’m seeing while I’m treein’ talkin’ oils, talkin’ starch, talkin’ mutual benefits for when times is peace and times is dark hark it’s peace, peace, peace, One Love
Thanks, to the Source All Praise to the Source 1 up, run up, until sunup 1 time, 1 song to sing 1 self, 1 story to tell that’s arc, hark, what’s the color of one’s heart? color red relevant, blue hues sentient hurryingly hesitant to unfold lead to gold that’s how nature holds control: with haste but not rushing yo, it’s the minimal you go touching when ya ain’t honored in the house so honor the house, be modest as a mouse humble as a “how’s abouts?” yeah, go ask her face ja nature one life one love peace, peace, peace, all thanks to the Source ॐ ॐ ॐ
I give thanks
for the source
for the music
for the indigenous people who share it
for the mutualism one can live
showin’ the way
For the present
The grief of a flower.
The grace of a bird.
The wisdom of a way.
The finality of a word.
50 million year + mutualism
Resounding generation – we hear’em
A grief. I feel it for a brief time now and now again. Takes ya to the deeps, something that comes with ya to ya sleeps.
Environmental, mental, an ever sentimental scent that scarce sense keeps dyin’
What I & I am finding
Renewal keeps tryin’, LVX movement illumine what’s next
Each particle a wave
Each ending a new beginning
A new in-ing, a new unfolding
A new present olding
Each one teach one, love some way to say two become one
Some one to be, the one self you see part “I” part “the” part “we”
A memory out of each moment, a moment of momentum
And on and on and on went
. . .
5 element theory got folks kinda leery
Got me in peace like a circle and a square
And I dare in this bi-polar world to try to be a triangle in the spot
☉ne dot in a circle
That’s sun, that’s light, that’s life, that’s one
The boom of m☽☽n in the room ☽y☽lin’ through forests and tombs
And tunes, as life goes on
And on and on and on went
. . .
New beginnings, for ever
Grief and gratitude, toward Home one better