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36 🎂 In numerology 36 symbolizes humanitariani

36 🎂

In numerology 36 symbolizes humanitarianism and hope, so my wish for this day is that both be granted in abundance for all who dwell on this earth.

The weight of the world lay heavy on our shoulders

The weight of the world lay heavy on our shoulders the week these foraged fruits and nuts were collected.⁣
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Like children in awe of the world around them, the woods and its beings, who we were slowly coming to know and learn to name, drew us out into the rain. ⁣
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Forage bathing, we’ll call it now. As hours of crouching, searching, whispering, talking, book checking, asking and thanking brought joy and wonder to the place despair and depression had sunk in.⁣
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Like learning a new language, foraging humbles hardily. Ego shrinks as self becomes part of something bigger, a thread in the web of the world. Each leaf, branch, shell, and seed holds its own thread too. Along with the story which brought it here. Histories of our ancestors’ feasts. How their creations might be recreated. ⁣
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Within all that are the shadows of the colonial Gollum gargling within, and we learn to cull its call to over-gather, to over-consume. ⁣
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We take only enough for a taste for us two. One forage, one dish for each plant. Prepared with respect. Never wasted. Each step on this journey of learning reshaping the way we were. While giving a glimpse at the ways we could come to be. And not just we, all humanity.⁣
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In October on the hills of East Sussex, the earth offers chestnuts, sloe berries and hawthorn. Plus a few mushrooms we stop to stare at closer then we’ve ever regarded ourselves, vain as we are. But we leave them where they stand. Knowing our land knowledge has not reached the heights of wisdom needed to safely and respectfully forage the earth’s oldest beings.⁣
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He (my partner whose fortitude for learning never ceases to amaze me) makes from his collections a sweet chestnut butter with dairy from a farm where soil is living, and maple syrup given as a gift from Tyendinaga Mohawk Territory. Mixing the soil of the lands I was raised on with the soil of the lands I dwell now. ⁣
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A jam is made of sloe and hawthorn berries, with natural fruit pectin from an Agroforestry apple farm in Kent. It doesn’t quite work out as imagined and is transformed into a salsa, with peppers grown on the lands of the Payaya people whose soil my partner was raised on. (Con’t in comments)

There’s nothing spookier than the looming AG BIL

SEED-TO-SEW SOVEREIGNTY ⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣

This is a collection of reflections as a result of

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