🥬GROWING FOOD : FEED THE PEOPLE
🥬You can run from destiny...but only for so long. They will eventually take one long stride towards you, look you in the eyes, peer into your heart and mind, cut you lose, and POOF! You're either dead, or have found yourself smack dab in the middle of The Work.
🥬 Your Work.
🥬Food has always been one of my love languages- my Slavic DNA compells me to make four times the amount that is ever needed...but it's always good the next day. BUT- My Work, as in MY WORK, has been calling me for 21years- and finally we meet. In all honesty, I knew she was coming for me. I was making plans to be with them big time in 2023....but the global pandemic just jumped/blipped the timeline- and the seeds and the Earth and hills, and the hard red shale, and the compost pile, and the barn swallows, and the purslane and dandelions, and geezus the g*DD*MN 🐿️ chipmunks, and the rains and thunder and stars are like, "Girl! Woman! You! Being! FINAL-füking-LY! We have been waiting on you...and now you're here- let's get to it!". I wasn't early at all....
🥬I've been doing my best to keep up- find sustainable rhythms, honor the necessity of rest, ---and the strength is returning to my body in a way I haven't known...and the vulnerability of my heart is being shown to me everyday when the plants thrive and when they perish...and when the fawns frolick, and when they meet their end.
🥬I will take food to auction Saturday. I will take food to the food bank Monday. I will give food to whomever shows up at my door.
🥬The season is passing so quickly...these plants are prayers for sustenance- yes for me, but together we're dreaming of abundant futures when the sweetness and chlorophyll nourish many, many, many more. #feedthepeople
#growfood #food #raisedbeds #biodynamic
#farm #farmingonawingandprayer #giveback #sacredwork #destiny #gardens #listentotheplants
🌻SUNFLOWER : ANCESTOR
They have taught me so much in the last few months about willingness, time, desire, tracking, constitution, strength, beauty.
🌻I learned this season that sunflowers originally are wildflowers of Turtle Island. They were used for food, building, and dyes by first nation people. They left their place of origin in the 1500's, and we're revered throughout Europe nforntheir beauty, and by the 19th century, Russia and Ukraine had began to grow them commercially for seed and oil consumption.
🌻I thought that they were indigenous to Slavic lands (but I was wrong and learned anew), because in 1997 my father and I drove by miles and miles and miles of acres of them as we made our way to Florynka from Vienna. They were so incredibly beautiful-- filling the foothills of the Carpathian mountains...their radiant faces comforted me as we drove towards my grandparents' village- our ancestral homelands. My father and I were both anxious...unsure of what or who we would find, and the sunflowers reassured me.
🌻On the way back to Vienna, I snuck one into my luggage-- it stayed with me for years.... through many moves....from coast to coast....and finally I had to release it. Let it return to the Earth.
🌻When I built the beds in April and May-- soon after, sunflower sprouts began showing themselves...in most of the beds....in little clusters....they came forth- plump, sturdy, and joyful...and it felt like we both were returning to this land, having finally found our way here, and to one another.
P.S. They're approaching 7' in height. They lovingly tower over me.
📍Shared hunting grounds of many first nation folx
#sunflower #wildflowers #ancestors #plantmedicine #plantancestors #returning #ecoqueer #tallflowers #ancestralfuturism #ancestralstories #uncededland
There are so many weaving new worlds.
Those whose canyons are concrete and pavement with damp, tear stained cheeks, flaming hearts of true righteousness and red eyes soaking in the rhythm of brilliance, tragedy, and revolution- those with pockets full of seeds, backpacks full of saplings- vision and food for the future, dirt under their nails, washed in fields sopping with morning dew- those whose words are scalpel, ax, and laser beam calling out, via call & response, to cut through centuries of illusion. Those who pray, really, really pray in ancient, nearly forgotten ways, in alcoves and nooks that will never be seen by the masses. And those that we cannot see- those eight legged, six legged, four legged, two legged, one legged- those without legs at all, those of air, ether and spirit... calling into the deep recesses of our psyches to fükïng remember why we're truly here- together. .
There are so so many weaving new worlds. Those who have been at it all of their lives...those who drunk on privilege, are just now sobering up to true reality, and are striving to detoxify their system of lies, assumptions, and false pretenses.
Time is of the essence, the seasons move on so quickly (they do not seek our permission)- there is so much to do, so many hearts needed, and it will take a multitude of cycles, many passings of the sun and moon for lasting, sustainable change, and yet the tide shifts when the moon but beckons it that way.
There is so much to do, and the builders, the weavers, the demolition teams, the growers, the teachers...when moving in sync with one another- their imagining, their shaping the world that is just and safe for all people- follows the knowing of their fingers, voices, and instinct for a more just, beautiful, and equitable world...The revolution is as varied as a field of wildflowers.
#weaving #newworld #spiders #ecoqueer #queernature #naturerevolution #doyourpart #allhandsondeck #whatwillyoudo #learning #antiracism #neverstops #ruralsolidarity #blacklivesmatter
Trella (she/they) is navigating her way to a greater sense of humanity as she reaches towards her ancestral knowledge- socially, culturally, and spiritually. This space is dedicated to anyone (no matter how you present) with European heritage that is committed to healing ourselves and our world, with an anti-racist, queer proud, decolonized, and inclusive perspective.