FORAGEPORAGE

“The real voyage

of discovery

consists not in

seeking new lands

but in seeing

with new eyes.”

~Marcel Proust

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Foraging is work.  It’s a lot of work.  Foraging is fun work, dirty work, long, tiring work; albeit ultimately satisfying work.  It will take you further than you thought possible.  Foraging is a time thief.  Hours disappear   Months fly by.  It’s consuming and addictive!  Foraging begins with a question; as in: “Hey, what’s that weed?”

And you’re off and running.  Well, for me it’s walking; railroad tracks, short cuts, mountain trails, neighbor’s yards, back roads, forest paths, coastline and back.  Thumbing through books in the library.  Scrolling through pages on the web.  One question explodes.  It’s no longer just wild strawberries and rose hips.  A universe of possibilities unfolds between your fingers.  And you are newly connected to heaven and earth; as you become simultaneously responsible for life and death.  Foraging is BIG; and it’s sacred.  Before you step into the garden, before you put anything in your mouth, stop and think about that.

Most days I go foraging. Sometimes there’s not much out there to pick. But, when I walk into a field, or the woods, a transformation happens. The here and now disappear. The aches, pains, bruises and chips of life become irrelevant; or they become badges of honor. Nature restores me. I become deeply connected to all that is, has ever been and will ever be. I become timeless. I become Inspired. And that’s the best healing advice I can give.

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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:

I love not Man the less, but Nature more,

From these our interviews, in which I steal

From all I may be, or have been before,

To mingle with the Universe, and feel

What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”

~Lord Byron

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“In the woods, too, a man casts off his years, as a snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. . . . .In the woods, we return to reason and faith. . . .Standing on the bare ground, – my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, – all mean egotism vanishes.  I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part and parcel of God.”

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“Why should we be in such haste to succeed in such desperate enterprises?  If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.  Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”

~Henry David Thoreau from “Walden”

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my child

whenever you slip

into the garden of self

abandon fear

dismiss isolation

and know

you are goddess

know i am beside you

always

there is no wrong

no bad

no evil

we can only move away from

in fear

or closer to

in love

yet

there is no difference

all roads lead back to source

all rivers lead back to source

all horizons lead back to source

we may choose

suffering

or joy

yet will all arrive

home

 ~Redbird


 
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