Foraging is about so much more than finding food-
it's about finding your place in th' world, in your community,
and ultimately, it's about finding yourself-
I stood by th' river and watched a heron hunting.
He was looking for food, i was looking for food.
We watched each other stalk around,
i felt honored to be in his presence-
i wonder how he felt to be in mine.
I followed th' river in th' direction of it's flow,
came across a couple of large bull thistles,
favorite food of th' gorilla,
favorite food of mine.
A little further along-
I'm wondering at a Cow Parsnip, how it got this low in elevation-
there are two of them next to each other-
i taste some, grab a stalk to take home and share,
leave th' rest there-
this is a plant that will stay with you forever.
I decide to check on our resident hemlock population-
a deer watches me cross th' field-
i find a dead beaver,
and chewed willow mixed up in th' hemlock patch
animals are a lot like us, i think.
I move on-
snack on some spruce tips-
head for th' linden trees which brought me out here.
I find some linden leaves ripe on a tree i'd not seen before,
collect a salad's worth, and head home-
plans change,
i never made it to th' trees i thought i was heading towards-
still i found something worth taking home-
and a little bit of food too.
