Rambles
The Strongest Protest is a Garden
I wrote this on 2017 as a call to the activists in my life and to myself. There is so much to feel sorrow and anger about in industrial civilization, and yet if we depend on it completely, we have Read more…
I wrote this on 2017 as a call to the activists in my life and to myself. There is so much to feel sorrow and anger about in industrial civilization, and yet if we depend on it completely, we have Read more…
What happens to our gardens when the gardener can’t tend them? It was Spring of 2020. My life was undergoing a total transformation, a shedding of thick old skin affirmed one day by a visit from a 5 foot long Read more…
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 Read more…
Silver Branch Permaculture “Silver Branch” is a an archaic symbol recorded in Irish myth but most likely originates far in the Paleolithic. It points to the memory of an entirely other way of seeing. In myth, the Silver Branch reopens 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, 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 Read more…
If you’ve noticed that we’ve been quiet for a while, we have a very good excuse. As of 2023, Matt is the father of a new baby. It’s taken a little time to adapt to the miraculous chaos of parenting 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 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 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 Read more…