When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
accepts what it is...
this happy tongue.
We are what we eat and how we eat. To be so connected to all of life around us, to feel the spirits of the woods enter us and nourish us in such bodily form is such a blessing. No wonder peoples around the world offer thank the gods for the food before them, for when we see how the food comes to us as an offering of interconnecting life, freely, abundantly given, how can we not give thanks? In the hot summer days of August, there is a Blackberry Goddess, and today, out my window, are Tree Spirits. The flowering trees give food for the eyes, and soon, soon, food for the tongues of the many beings that are in this wood's community. I wet my lips with my happy tongue and kiss the sun as she rises, and give thanks
When do you harvest the abundance of nature?