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The Price of Food

Costs come down when people buy from small & organic farms and not buy food produced by feedlots. So that the small & organic farms can makes ends meet without having to jack up prices.

Costs come down when people support local or nearby farms and not food transported from foreign countries.

Costs come down when people eat food that is seasonal and not demand to have pineapple in February.

Costs come down when people learn to cook for themselves from scratch in large batches and to preserve and store food.

Costs come down when people grow vegetable gardens in their yards and not monoculture grass lawns. When they grow fruit trees in yards and parks and not imported ornamental species of trees that produce no edible fruit or nuts.

Costs come down when people eat at home and not at restaurants.

Costs come down when the government supports farmers and not large scale corporations, packing plants and fucking McDonalds.

Costs come down when people realize they don’t need super-sized meals in order to eat well. Portions eaten today by folks in Western society are double the size they were even 50 years ago.

Costs come down when people don’t… Continue reading

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My Dog

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To Pan and the Dryads here

I dedicate my hunting spear,

My dog, the bag that holds my store;

I am too poor to offer more!

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Nay, but my dog I cannot spare!

He must return my crusts to share,

My daily rambles to attend,

My little comrade and my friend.

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Macedonius, 6th century A.D.

Wordless Wednesday: A Quick Trip There & Back Again

Three Witches

They meet at the appointed place and time

And greet each other warmly with a smile

Up the hill and into the woods they climb

Down winding trails they walk in single file

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Passing under maple trees, oaks and birches

Entering a hawthorn grove they slowed

Where three paths meet stood three witches

And prepared for a ritual at the crossroad

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With candles carefully lit they begin the rite

Tentatively they start to drum and chant

Voices raised in celebration well into the night

With gratitude for gifts the gods do grant

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Then the lights go out and into darkness they gaze

Quietly they call to the spirits and then they lay

The forest turns into a dark and ghostly haze

Witches whisper with delight and watch the fae

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Prayers are said and magick spoken

But soon its time to pack up and head home

Offerings given as some small token

Three witches always sisters wherever they roam

Speaking to a Damaged Landscape

Emma H asked in a comment to another post:

Do you ever find when communing with land spirits, that the condition of the land around them affects the clarity of their answer?

There are some places here that I like to walk, that are a little abused (seriously, what’s the point of fly tipping?) and I figure if I tried to commune with the spirits there, they’d be more interested in trying to draw my attention to their own issues. Which, given the condition of their land, is fair enough!

Good question Emma!

Just as you find when visiting a friend who have endured some trauma or injury, when visiting a natural place that has been harmed it will have something of a “one track mind”

Which is, as you say, fair enough.

But also as with visiting a hurt friend, one you’ve visited a few times and listened attentively to their expression of pain, you will develop a closer relationship. Often once they realize how good of a friend you have been to listen to their hurts, they will happily open up their ears to you and reciprocate.

All relationships are a matter of give and take. Sometimes… Continue reading

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