Plums are my ethnobotany. I feel their goodness in me. They have sustained me for years. I have grown and preserved them in my gardens, devoured them! They grow plentifully in my ancestral home. I have been lucky to have been surrounded by plum trees.
Towards the end of summer, there would be plums everywhere in the house, waiting, oozing sweetness.
We are not passionate enough about fruit trees. We need to reclaim ownership and care for them more.
Currently reading about ethnobotany, lemons in Italy, who owns our fruit and who owns us.
Jay Rayner’s A Greedy Man in a Hungry World is recommended. We need to be proactive about our food chains!
Heed these words, You who wish to probe the depths of nature: If you do not find within yourself that which you seek, neither will you find it outside. In you is hidden the treasure of treasures. Know Thyself and you will know the Universe and the Gods.
This place calls me, asking me to visit.
You won’t fully understand the human condition until your very last breath said my mother. Only then will there be total realisation. Of course, you won’t be able to tell anyone what you learnt in those last moments.
And so the story of humanity goes on. Keep learning, even when everyone around you has stopped.
Write everything you witness, hear, see. Keep that journal going. I want everyone who can, to do this. It’s important, especially if you believe in human rights, in Mother Earth and all her little babies.
Write and the world writes with you. If they stop, it’s your duty to keep going. It’s another new year, therefore another new start. There’s always a new opportunity to do what you said you would.
The Rooster is the dawn announcer. It can discern what is coming. Happy Chinese New Year….