I'm truly amazed at the love from Mother Earth. Yesterday, while foraging for natural food in urban environments, it struck me that no matter how much glass, oil, smoke, or trash lay on the ground there will always be food.
We found the poor man's pepper, hackberrys, huckleberrys, yellow wood sorrel, wild apples, and other things I can't remember right now. In among the concrete, behind fences, and around dumpsters was food. We are never separate from life.
Our guide summed it up well: "We've been living inside our heads for too long, now it's time to live in the stream of sensation we call, life."
