Having gathered wild delights for many years, forming serious foraging habits was probably inevitable! Although foraging didn’t become a compulsion for me until about 3 years ago; when, walking one spring morning, I wondered, ‘What’s that little blue flower? It looks familiar, but, different!” And the world opened up; and I became a babe in the woods; again and again!
With my children grown and on their own, my time became exactly that, my time! I’ve always adored plants and the outdoors. Therefore, naturally, as my parenting obligations waned my plantophila bloomed!
I live in the small New England coastal town of Wareham; dubbed “The Gateway to Cape Cod”. Much of my foraging is done within a 15 minute walk from Main St, in the center of town. The Wareham River (in many of my pix) runs directly behind the buildings on Main St; divided by parking and the RR tracks. Folks come down to the river, to fish, go crabbing, picnic and leave loads of garbage. Between the traffic, RR and garbage, it’s not a great place to forage. However, it is a wonderful place to photograph and identify plants in their habit. If you are ever in town, do enjoy the walk. You will be amazed at all the free bounty growing wild, right here in town!
Foraging is a matter of need for me. Not only does it nourish my body, it also feeds my mind and brightens my soul. And, if the shit does ever hit the fan, I know I will survive; as will the folks around me, because I forage. The benefits of foraging are numerous. Right now, for me, the benefits include exercise, fresh air, free gourmet treats, learning and trying new things, seeing with fresh eyes, the pleasure of writing this blog and connecting with other Nature lovers.
This blog is my notebook. Like me, it’s a work in progress. The more I learn, the more I realize, I have much to learn. This blog is an effort in organization and sharing. Please feel free to comment, question and correct me. I’m an avid researcher and always share my sources. All the photos here are mine; except for “Our Sunday Guest” posts. I will only write about plants that I’ve identified, researched, found, harvested, processed and consumed; except in cases of poisonous plants. Never take my word as law; jump off from here, go explore (please do check out my blogroll) and discover “The Garden”, for yourself. There are no copyrights on my writing or photos. Please feel free to use them. I would appreciate credit, though! Please be respectful of the authors on my “Our Sunday Guest” page. Many do have copyrights on their work.
L’chiam!
Much Love and Many Blessings ~ Inky Redbird ~
This is my self-portrait; I’ve given much thought to who I am
and how I touch the world around me.
~ I do this for all my relations~
like a neon beacon
flickering through the night
charged with static
signaling fellow travelers
my soul is unmaskable
with long held monikers
psychodelic fun barbie
leaks out
all over everything
i do
stripped of restriction
addiction is an affliction
of power
with our thumbs up our asses
we run circles
around nothing
in a desperate attempt
to annihilate
we delay relentless anxiety
while being bombarded
with disinformation
slamming down
cramming in
jamming up the fax
between cracked pavement
from 73 car radios around us
while 12 and a half million computers boot
to various virus threat reboot messages
and mired maximum cpu warnings
traffic signals
parking meters
elevator rays
microwave burritos
eaten in fiberglass cubicles
swallowing stale recycled air
Givenchy
and humility
we fry
2,000 years of lies later
truth volcanically resurfaces
and it’s simple
the secret to happiness
is service or suffering
simple
not stand up for the flag service
or wimbledumb service
or bake sale service
or service with a smile service
but please my friend
sit here
in my most comfortable chair
and allow me to remove your burden
and your shoes
so i may wash your feet
service
please share all i have worked hard for
service
allow us to break bread
refresh our throat
and lift our spirits
service
rest in my bed this night
so i may sleep on the floor
beside you
and remember we are kin
service
as tomorrow we return to war
before nam and beyond
irag…..genocide….iran…..apartide…..darfur…..what more. . . .
many spirits hang in purgatory
tsunami…..economic collapse…..nirvana…..contradiction. . . .
what happened to addiction
i’ve wondered into fiction
you’re thinking
i’m thinking
you’re thinking
but it’s not about thinking
it’s about blinking and seeing
and moving and being
it’s about forgetting ourselves
letting go
running long into the night of futility
regardless
of course we believe
we are powerless
by definition that’s oppression
being responsible for the effort
and not the outcome
conveniently
removes personal responsibility
allows one small thought
divination
hands it over to invisible demons
and angels
how foolish when
together
we are god
look into my eyes
hold my hand
while i inhale your divinity
linda lu
curious, furious, uproarious wandering jew,
born on the cusp of cancer and leo in the year of the wood horse,
child of the beat generation, mother of many,
lover of peoples, their words and their musics,
feels passionate, artsy, and powerful,
needs peanut butter and jelly companions,
admits to silly sentimental savorings,
gives blood, time and far too much advice,
fears nothing and everything,
would like to see every child have bubbles, hugs and full tummies,
resident of wonderer’s lane,
redbird,
believes
am i just
a loser
magnificent
chaotic
a phoenix
am i lazy
starring out the window
solving the riddle of time
fearing success
not giving a mundane damn
are my tattoos
the manifestation of self mutilating behavior
the stained glass of my soul
antisocial
a desire for artistic release
am i immoral
sucking the life out of everything around me
languishing in divine sensuality
not doing my part
chasing rainbows
is my ability to hyperfocus
narcissistic
a divine gift
avoidance tactics
sacred space for creating miracles
i don’t understand
being grounded
or mixed up numbers
i don’t understand
simultaneously loving and hating people
or why i don’t pay attention
i don’t understand
how you see me
or why i so easily become overwhelmed
or my insatiable sensual appetite
or my right-on intuition
i don’t understand
why i can’t stay
or my need for loud music
or how i get lost
or why you don’t want me
i don’t understand
why i’m homeless
wherever i am
or why it makes perfect sense
i don’t understand
why you don’t understand
or why our brains function differently
i don’t understand
your questions
or your reasoning
or your need to control me
i don’t understand
what’s next
i don’t understand
why i don’t understand
something
anything
everything
i just don’t know
do i blurt out
from judgmental ego
to give random messages from spirit
because i am simply rude
or possessed
do i self medicate
due to addictive predisposition
to regulate disbursement of pain
for fun
or in order to have fun
do you know me
as a nuisance
an alley
as incompetent
or just plain crazy
will it help
to institutionalize me
to educate yourself
to psychoanalyze me
to arm me against your insensitivity
is it odd
that i can be so generous
that you could love me
that there is hope
that i need to be colorful
do you recognize
my struggle
your fear
my heartfullness
your narrow mindedness
do you wish
i would grow up
you didn’t have to deal with me
i would wake up
or just give you a break
do you give me
the brush
a helping hand
grief
encouragement
when i come for treatment
am i med seeking
truly sincere
a waste of your precious time
a reminder of your inability to be effective
can you hear me
screaming out in class
singing to the moon
crying myself to sleep
begging for alms
i’m beginning to realize
there is hope for me
i’m beginning to realize
there are no excuses
there aren’t even many good answers
i’m beginning to realize
the answers are secondary anyway
i’m not just insane immoral lazy a bad seed shiftless stupid hopeless
i’m beginning to realize
i’m happy with my personal brand of craziness
i need to putter
i’m beginning to realize
there’s hope for you
we see things differently
you have demanded an explanation to questions i can not answer
i’m beginning to realize
the solution to my puzzle
i’m beginning to realize
the solution to your puzzle
i’m beginning to realize
you are here to give the big picture
i’m here to fill in the details
please forgive me
when i break your rules
for veering off task
when i don’t hear you
i’m busy writing poetry
must have heard the sun yawn
awoke to 4 am silence
feeling feather light
skipped out into the dew kissed darkness
my good drum in hand
the birds sang with me
all the way down
to where two rivers meet
just as morning sky kissed my eyelids
the birds, my drum and i began to pray
grateful for the glaciers, earthquakes, beavers
chaos and ancestors
gathered here
holding this place
so two rivers may join
dear lawrence
did i miss the party of my initiation
where my ideas would be common
where my thoughts were spoken
where my beat began
before my beat began
where they drank without me
into the wee hours of eternity
filling each other with words
later to be eloquently delivered
i suppose if i had stopped on their stage
intimidated and inundated
with the horror of rejection
their reflection of my inflection
could have encouraged
a young romani girl from n.y.
transitioning
between the purely physical and spiritual
often drifting toward timeless untold expansion
slowly the physical erodes
claiming cronehood, the consummate dirty old lady
sings to the moon
ancestors answer greetings
feet pounding gratitude
smiling in the face of impunity
rolling away, possessions scattering
it is a good day to die
Just click on any photo to enlarge, for greater detail.
Thanx for stopping by. See you soon!
Psychadelic, I remember those days, another lifetime … 🙂
First of all I want to thank you for referencing me in a positive way in your writings. I enjoy reading your musings and seeing your photographs.
When you mentioned walking by the Wareham River, i just HAD to write as I summered in Onset from when I was 7 until 2 years ago. I have so many fond memories of riding my bike along the Canal, exploring the Spits at the end of Great Neck Road, picking blueberries at the Cranberry Experimental Station & at Myles Standish Forest.
A few years ago, I did an edible plants presentation at the Wareham Library–I wonder if you were there? If you haven’t already found it, I believe they have my first book, “My Wild Friends.” In it, I have a story about cranberries that relates to Onset that you might enjoy reading. In my fall film (which the library should also have; or it’s on you tube) is a segment I did on the wild rose (“Rosa rugosa”) that’s so common in southeastern MA. There’s a brief shot of roses that I took by Onset Bay–you can get a glimpse of the water in the background.
The Onset /Wareham area will always be a part of my being; I love the smells, sounds and moods of the landscape. I now live in western MA & have grandchildren & other things keeping me here but every once in awhile I’ll get the urge to visit your area. It would be fun to meet & exchange foraging stories.
Happy foraging,
Blanche Cybele Derby
Hello Blanche,
And welcome. Thank you so much for taking the time to write to me. Indeed the Wareham Library is where I found you! I’ve checked out your books and videos, repeatedly! And, coincidently found the flyer to your persentation in another author’s foraging guide. What’s funny is that when you were here, I was in western MA.; as two of my daughters live in the Pittsfield area. Please do let me know when you will be in the area, again. I would LOVE to take a walk with you! Your work has inspired, guided and enlightened me on so many occasions. Please, also, consider being a guest author, here on my “Our Sunday Guest” page. Again, thanks for stopping by.
Happy foraging to you, also,
Linda
Thank you sooo much for visiting my blog page, I’d be honoured to be a Sunday Guest sometime 🙂 Likewise will add you to my blog roll, there is so much information here for other earthy souls. I love your prose and self descriptions! honest, raw and warming :). I would dream to live in such a wonderful place too. xo
Welcome!
Finally! A foraging page I can understand. Thank you so much for delivering intelligent information. Warmest Regards, Ray
Thank you so much Ray; and welcome.