I like to eat from my bioregion, as much as I can. I feel renewed when I can get fresh vegetables and things from the local merchants here. I like to eat baby spinach on sandwiches in place of lettuce. ham and swiss on whole wheat with sprouts apples I love wildflower honey from Uppingill farm and their wicked good strawberries when in season. the birds singing at the feeders in themorning being with the land, its sounds, its smells watching the eagles fly up over the ridge stone people walking in the forest and leaving prayer stones as I go lazing in the summer heat at Barton's Cove overlooking the river..watching the world go by fishin the quiet of a fresh fallen snow the beautiful birches and ironwood that hang over my back yard creating a calm shade to relax in red geraniums picking fiddleheads in the spring and making fiddlehead soup...YUM children laughing the sound of native drums Jim Boyd & Ulali The good people here in Bioregional animism ... lots more...but what nourishes YOU?
Nanci~Little Shield
Massachusetts
Currently living in Los Angeles, I am nourished by thoughts and memories of lush, gorgeous places I've traveled in the past -- waterfalls, mountaintops, pristine rivers, fertile valleys....
And I'm nourished by the vision of the future of urban living -- with rooftop gardens, water catchment, sustainable energy, bicycle culture, 95% reduction in cars/trucks, plenty of fast public transport, dancing and music in the streets! Etc!
I'm also nourished by oranges and lemons in season down here in So Cal right now.
I'm nourished by the color of sunsets.
Living in the city, I am nourished by the beautiful architecture and the way the light hits their facades at different times of day, and the design and craftsmanship that went into their making. I'm nourished by strolling along the boulevards and watching all the other people who share the street with me -- vendors, people walking their dogs, bicyclists, parents with children, crazy pigeons, performers who play beautiful music for pocket change. I'm nourished by the parks and greenways, and the people who work to keep them alive and keep them safe to be in. I'm nourished by the tiny sun porch in our apartment, and our houseplants, and by watching Anna, a resident in my building who cares for the landscaping outside as a labor of love. I'm nourished by the silence when my Quaker group meets for worship, and then by strolling to the farmer's market afterward to buy produce from farmers in the region.
What nourishes me:
the farmer's market
watching the veritable baby parade at the farmer's market
making tea
water
seeing the hills turn green
learning about the plants and herbs
hiking through the hills
checking in at the ancestors' altar
warm baths on cold nights
this tribe
labyrinths
stone people
bird calls
my fiance
my family
my dreams
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