Talking with Michael a few weeks ago about soil formation has me thinking more and more about soil systems generally, and how we focus so much on the top soil, the very, very tippy, tippy top of an eons old process dependent on so many micro and macro forces that understanding the physics of the process requires a little humming now and again, just trying to tune in the cosmological chords ultimately at work.
But touching the soil again, going out and weeding rows and rows, feeling my glutes shiver thinking about all the bending I've done over the last couple weeks, brings enough of the poetry to connect me to the forces that brought me to this moment.
The ancestors farming.
The ancestors, when all else fails, eating the earth.
That should be a basic question for all society - can you eat the dirt you walk on? If not, why not? Is it dirty? Is it polluted? Does the earth not taste good?
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