
Because I’m not really at the bottom of the Maslow’s
hierarchy, most of my scavenging has more to do with making my life richer and
more enjoyable. On my run this morning,
I noticed some pine boughs that had been trimmed from the last storm and looked
like perfect material to make a few holiday wreaths. There was also a patch of wild grasses and
berries that could be added for decoration. By building the wreath from these gathered materials, it brings the longer lasting pleasure of evoking the smells and briskness of my early
morning runs each time I see the wreath.
On the next level of practicality is the instinct to garden
and prepare for next spring. The
alleyway is full of goodies: pine
needles to use for mulch around the blueberries, to help acidify the soil. Bags of leaves are wonderful. Just add composting worms into the center of
the pile where it will stay warm, and by spring these will be bags of wonderful
compost. The soild from old potted plants can be
shaken out to add to a garden bed. And I’ve marked the spots along the path
where wild asparagus grows, looking forward to the young shoots in the spring.
The squirrels already got most of the nuts, but I was still able to
harvest some black walnuts. And the
rosehips are at their best after a frost, when they become sweeter. The same is true for the few grapes left on
my neighbors vines. They are the
tastiest and sweetest raisins, processed by the very best – mother nature.
I could go on, but it really is a matter of looking and
seeing. All of these things can be purchased in
the store, but the point is not really about the material goods. This is my way of connecting to place, to
gain some small measure of self-sufficiency, to note the passing of time. It helps me understand that I am just part
of the greater system of the world, not in the center, but as one of the
elements. And for me personally, to look to my own
essential self, to make sure I am really ‘harvesting’ my core strength and "seeing"
the real opportunities.




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