wild turkey hen visits back yard in Spring
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Last night I started (re)reading Robin Wall Kimmerer's Braiding Sweetgrass. This will be at least my third or fourth time reading it. I've discovered and signed up for an on-line reading group at Emergence Magazine that's chosen "Sweetgrass" as its kickoff selection. My memory isn't what it used to be (never was) so I'm once again enjoying both the substance and the style or her writing. There are two particular themes I'm intrigued by and want to understand more and better. One has to do with being indigenous or naturalized to a place. The other is "reciprocity" and how Kimmerer understands it.
For much of human’s time on the planet, before the great delusion, we lived in cultures that understood the covenant of reciprocity, that for the Earth to stay in balance, for the gifts to continue to flow, we must give back in equal measure for what we take.I'm looking forward both to the reread and to the online discussion. I promise to let you know what I think of the substance and the technology as the events occur. If it's not yet clear to you, I think very highly of the author and her book. It's now available in paperback. 'Nuff said.
We Who Weave
On Tyrone Geter’s “The Basket Maker #2”
Weave me closerto youwith hands dyed indigothat rake oyster bedsawakeSmell you longbeforeI see youVanilla sweetSweetgrass weavingwares that keep Yankees comingon ferries, no bridgeWaters been troubledMakes you wonderwho put the root on whom firstwith doors dyed indigoPray the evil spirits awayat the praise houseMake John Hop to stave off John DeereWe migrantsfighting to stay putEven nomads come homefor a Lowcountry boila feast for hungryprodigal sonsand daughterswith hearts dyed indigoDying for you toweave us closer
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