Reflections from the Workshop: March 30, 2011

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Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday morning before our work begins, the EarthLinks community comes together in the workshop to spend time in group reflection. Participants or staff bring poetry, readings from Earth-conscious authors, or thoughts on participants’ life experiences. Through reflection, community is grown, perspective is gained, and wisdom is shared. Check back here often for more reflections from the EarthLinks Workshop.

Claytonia growing in our Cold Frame garden

This week’s reflection comes from Felisa Rogers’ column, Scavenger, from Salon.com. In her essay, “How my grandmother taught me to eat weeds”, Rogers calls to mind her grandmother’s reverence for the natural world, while being faced with the challenges of today’s economic climate:

While gathering Claytonia perfoliata and sorrel in the woods where we used to ramble, I remember my grandmother. I think also of the 49ers — though I’m not exactly suffering from scurvy, these greens will be a fresh infusion to a rural winter diet that has been heavy on bread, beef and root vegetables. The plants aren’t flowering yet, but the leaves are tender and succulent. In deference to Maki, I’m careful to snip leaves individually, instead of picking the whole plant. It takes about 10 minutes to gather enough greens for a salad, but time seems an appropriate tribute

Reflecting on Rogers’ story, we shared our own experiences of family wisdom, how we depend on Earth for survival in difficult times, and appreciating beauty in things often forgotten. At EarthLinks we find value in what others discard — from food scraps in our compost and scrap pieces of wood reclaimed for our Mason Bee Boxes, to Claytonia flourishing in our Cold Frames even when dismissed as a “weed” in some parts of the world. Our community knows to look for beauty at the margins. As Rogers says, we know to look for hope in these first signs of Spring: “weeds, sustenance, harbingers of better times.”

Read the rest of Felisa Rogers’ essay here.