!Danger, danger: Farmpunks in the New York Times Magazine!

It's Colombus-day weekend - the peak of the leaf-peeping frenzy in Vermont - and this weekend's issue of the New York Times Magazine is all about food (with a special focus on the farm & garden and the SMALL as opposed to the supermarket and the big!) it's been a long-time coming and the deep-forest oracle with which all faunz consult sez that the FARMPUNK MEME IZ GOING VIRAL (although it goes by many various names)... One featured article, "Food Fighters", showcases several farmpunx who are saving their local earth-spot by doing what they're doing. Need I say more?

read "Food Fighters" and see pretty pictures of green things



I found this beutious papercard at Seasoned Booksellers in Rochester, VT (fairy-owned & operated). Rochester is where my grandparents put final roots down. My grandmother was a story-weaving unicorn from arcane appalachia and my grandfather was tall & skinny, also a creature empowered through moveable type. But one was a fiction-teller and the other a non-fiction teller.

It sent my mind down a silly river:::

Your hands and feet are where your blood turns back around. They are like the destination of each hearbeat... where the lifeblood reaches its crest and starts the journey back to be re-inoculated and inhaled-into.
Proverbs famously speaks of the power of the tongue to either damn or bless. That is all well, good and true, and it's a great place to learn about SPELLCASTING since words can be spells or hexes and we're much better off once we know that...

BUT... sometimes the words we utter with our tongues are too quiet to reach the earth - their half-life too short. We have to speak louder so the land will respond and so our future-selves will hear us. This is when we speak with our hands. Designing and building and earth-working is, as the Masons have frequently known, the ultimate and only-sufficient form of worship for hairless bipeds with opposable thumbs. To intentionally build a dwelling for earthlings that also functions as an energy-transducer for the encompassing earth (FARM in our vernacular) is to build the temple.

So I suppose when we put our hearts in our hands, we don't make a fist - we make love. We also sometimes make sense, and this is especially important when we are building language with our hands like I am doing at this very moment. But love. yes. in.deed.

I think I'm more prone to forest-enchantment after the Harvest moon and before the snow flies.