The recent moon has been filled with firming up relationships with abundant forces that permeate the universe. Stocking up on rich nuggets, just like the squirrels. I have to laugh, because once you make the break from "civilization" and join the sharing economy, nearly too much of everything just follows. I suppose the one thing limiting how much abundance I can harvest is a function of time. I can follow the hoarding mentality of storing up only so much, before "things" bog me down. The "unbearable lightness of being" that comes from perfecting the art/science of the give-away transforms life into a mosaic of nuggets, too many to carry.
I was informed at work just yesterday that there is a place, I know it well for being on the way to the closest National forest Campground to Green Bay. I frequently went there in my early adulthood. The muck farms have been on my radar since I was a wee thing, because they signaled that soon, after crossing what had once been an enormous peat bog, drained to get access to timber, and called by the locals the Muck Farm, we would begin to climb the Canadian shield and see the rock outcrops that signaled to my young mind, we're halfway there when we went to the cabin. The two hour drive seemed interminable when I was a child, but when the very rock upon which we lived "up north" seemed to make itself known where the highway cuts and curves would funnel us ever upward in elevation as well as toward the North Pole, the stars and Lake Superior. Anyway, the Muck Farm has many amazing deals on root crops. Potatoes, onions, beets, etc. Literally hundreds of pounds of food can be had there for dozens of dollars. It is quite amazing that buying relatively local produce can come at such a great value.
You can plainly see and understand how easily changing our perspective changes the world around us. I have been sharing my knowledge about biochar and people are rewarding me with travel options and per diem that allows me to see things that were obscured from me before and my knowledge gained has translated into helping dozens of others! Yesterday, I was just picking up trash, because my stagehand job was paying me and I didn't even have to be physically on-site. The give back "harvested" dozens of fish tags that will add data points to fish population surveys. Others will benefit from my "sacrifice", yet I got to breathe some of the freshest air in Green Bay, watch the seagulls wheel overhead and be outdoors as the weather changed from biting and rude to all the phases of beautiful sunset and the dying of the (somewhat) wind. The faster I get things to cycle in, and out, the richer and more rewarding my moment to moment state of be-ing. things come to you without effort when you shift your vision to accept what the world brings you. One other thing I found were about fifty aluminum cans. When recycled they will save more energy than twenty-five third world inhabitants would use in a whole day!
Now, we have a proliferation of ecologically-minded organizations, some are willing to adapt their messages to met the "needs" of the people who desire change. Sometimes they guide the direction of debate, other times they just cater to public opinion and tell folks what they want to hear. Each has a thread of one of many strands of the string holding ecologic fabric together. However, the Cornucopia is the horn of plenty that organic advocates, those who practice bio-dynamic and the biochar folks are ranting about. As the connections within the web of life interweave, the whole strengthens. I offer biochar seminars and educational workshops that can double your agricultural output, or slash fertilizer bills by half. I am interested in education of all ages in the path toward sustainability. This is what ECO-Tours of Wisconsin was founded to do. It seems that the most natural thing in the world is to continue to grow organically, fulfilling more and more needs as our resources blossom. Like a beehive in the fall, every last bit of our activity is focused on getting to as many flowers as possible.
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| Another blessing bestowed upon me...One of ten queen-size batts of wool, perfect for insulated window quilts, or comforter. |
I was informed at work just yesterday that there is a place, I know it well for being on the way to the closest National forest Campground to Green Bay. I frequently went there in my early adulthood. The muck farms have been on my radar since I was a wee thing, because they signaled that soon, after crossing what had once been an enormous peat bog, drained to get access to timber, and called by the locals the Muck Farm, we would begin to climb the Canadian shield and see the rock outcrops that signaled to my young mind, we're halfway there when we went to the cabin. The two hour drive seemed interminable when I was a child, but when the very rock upon which we lived "up north" seemed to make itself known where the highway cuts and curves would funnel us ever upward in elevation as well as toward the North Pole, the stars and Lake Superior. Anyway, the Muck Farm has many amazing deals on root crops. Potatoes, onions, beets, etc. Literally hundreds of pounds of food can be had there for dozens of dollars. It is quite amazing that buying relatively local produce can come at such a great value.
You can plainly see and understand how easily changing our perspective changes the world around us. I have been sharing my knowledge about biochar and people are rewarding me with travel options and per diem that allows me to see things that were obscured from me before and my knowledge gained has translated into helping dozens of others! Yesterday, I was just picking up trash, because my stagehand job was paying me and I didn't even have to be physically on-site. The give back "harvested" dozens of fish tags that will add data points to fish population surveys. Others will benefit from my "sacrifice", yet I got to breathe some of the freshest air in Green Bay, watch the seagulls wheel overhead and be outdoors as the weather changed from biting and rude to all the phases of beautiful sunset and the dying of the (somewhat) wind. The faster I get things to cycle in, and out, the richer and more rewarding my moment to moment state of be-ing. things come to you without effort when you shift your vision to accept what the world brings you. One other thing I found were about fifty aluminum cans. When recycled they will save more energy than twenty-five third world inhabitants would use in a whole day!
Now, we have a proliferation of ecologically-minded organizations, some are willing to adapt their messages to met the "needs" of the people who desire change. Sometimes they guide the direction of debate, other times they just cater to public opinion and tell folks what they want to hear. Each has a thread of one of many strands of the string holding ecologic fabric together. However, the Cornucopia is the horn of plenty that organic advocates, those who practice bio-dynamic and the biochar folks are ranting about. As the connections within the web of life interweave, the whole strengthens. I offer biochar seminars and educational workshops that can double your agricultural output, or slash fertilizer bills by half. I am interested in education of all ages in the path toward sustainability. This is what ECO-Tours of Wisconsin was founded to do. It seems that the most natural thing in the world is to continue to grow organically, fulfilling more and more needs as our resources blossom. Like a beehive in the fall, every last bit of our activity is focused on getting to as many flowers as possible.
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