There are no mistakes in a forest. There is no problem that does not hold the seed of its own solution. There is no waste in a forest. There is no fertilizer, no irrigation, no weeding. Every being’s gifts are another being’s needs. We don’t have to do it all. Trees want to Read more…
In the photo above, Sheilah uses a small fire to char the ends of bamboo poles for our low-cost deer fence. We are not our names; and yet, what we name a being calls in bright resonances. When a name is aligned with our essence, it rings like a chord Read more…
What if we have everything we need? How does a garden begin? Past the first dream of ripe and gnarly heirloom tomatoes, and after finding the perfect space in whatever land we are lucky enough to be able to alter, how do we start our garden beds? One of the Read more…
My journey to Permaculture began in a community garden in 2011 in Carrboro, North Carolina. Like most people I knew, I didn’t know how to grow vegetables. I couldn’t identify one tree from another. I remember being asked to mulch a path and having to admit I didn’t know what Read more…
“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life… When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then Read more…
Imagine you wanted to help a relationship with someone and so you visited a therapist together. You both tell the therapist your problems and pay them a lot of money. Everyone goes home, and in a week you meet up again. Smiling, the therapist hands you each a script with Read more…
Compost is the miraculous formed in worm guts; a homebrew resurrection where weeds, rinds, peels, junk mail, old love letters, failed food experiments and delicious leftovers alike find themselves heaped together to surrender their past and be reborn. Compost piles are a kind of devotional poetry and a shrine to Read more…
