Here’s a note I sent to my favorite
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So, if all those people take the Belief-O-matic quiz and find out they’re Quaker, where do they end up?
I found one spot at this past weekend’s Wild Goose Festival. Attended by 800 in its first gathering west of the Appalachians, the festival brought together people at the intersection of spirituality, justice, music and art. Continue reading
One of the finest blessings of my life is being part of a neighborhood network that is working to develop shorter paths for our food from soil to table. We have been meeting regularly for just over a year now. In the summer, it’s once a week to pool and share what we can harvest from our own gardens.
As there is need and availability, we make a connection with a local producer of food staples to cooperatively distribute some of the crop. We’ve done this with soft white and hard red wheat (grown in land that had previously been used for grass seed), pinto beans, garbanzo beans and tempeh. For a variety of reasons, the shortest path from our kitchen to the farmer’s field leads first to our neighbors’ doorsteps.
Sunday’s SHARE exchange was interesting. The guy from across the street brought a gunny sack full of well-sprouted Yukon Gold seed potatoes that a local nursery had given him. In the matter of minutes, several of us hatched a joint planting scheme. For a couple of days, Bob, Ed and I have been watering, then spreading layers of cardboard, chippings, dirt, compost and manure on a patch of ground (about 20′ x 30′) in front of Jenny & Don’s house. Linda and Lucy helped us toss potatoes and straw on top of that Tuesday evening. We have about 100 days until first frost, so we’re cautiously hopeful of bringing in a crop this summer. It’s risky enough that we aren’t putting anything of much value into the venture other than our labor and some water.