Reflections from WildEdges

The Moment 

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round. 

~ Margaret Atwood ~

So much we took for granted is breaking down around us. It is clear that we are going to have to get used to living in a different world than the one promised when we were growing up. And it is also clear that people have a deep capacity for adjusting, adapting and making things work. So what would it be like to live with less oil? Less money? What would it be like to live rurally, in a tiny one room house, with a compost toilet and outdoor shower, growing our food, butchering our meat, making our medicines?

With an intellectual exploration and an earth-honouring curiosity and creativity, we set out to seek answers. We gave up central heating, flush toilets, hot baths, mirrors and dye-ing my hair, newspapers, television, air travel, restaurants, movies, buying interesting things at weekend markets, sunday brunch, coffee dates. In doing so, I gave up the holds these things had over me. I welcomed in fluidity, automony, adventure, desire for experience, curiosity, pioneer spirit, homesteading rigor, scientific vigor, imagination, innovation, fierce magic. We lived big, we ate well, we cut paths, we jumped fire, we built structures, we knit scarves, we healed wounds.

Love of self comes from nature connection at a deep ecological level, knowing place purpose and role, as one among many species on the planet. From functioning in this place and role, and servicing the rest of the whole dependent on us embracing and fulfilling our purpose. From connecting genuinely with other in this only way. Our “noble purpose” is our gift. Disconnection from the knowing of this purpose place role is trauma. Behind our traumas is our gift. Happiness is a by product of aligning with our gift, taking our place in the whole and fulfilling our purpose. Anything other than that is misery.

Mistakes are crucial vital signposts long the way. If misses we travel learning loops ’til humbled enough to honour, in gratitude, the high place of mistakes that offers the otherwise elusive vantage point of hard won perspective.

Out past the realm of right and wrong, there is a field. I will meet you there. There, there is not room for elite or attitude. And there are no experts where no one knows what the future holds. Just perpetual beginners. Life long learners. Imagination and craft. Off-grid permacultured peasant pilgrims. Weaving writing wayfinders. New narratives rooting us in ancient traditions and ancestral lineage singing life back into ancient bones and sacred skulls, inventing a new story of the world that we can finally find the feeling of home on this earth. Urgent. Emergent. Finding our way in the darkness after giving time to let our eyes adjust and seeing the obvious way unfold before us into the vastly greater expanse of endless horizon and infinite possibilities in the nothingness.

Still a pilgrim. Still wayfinding. With a propensity for perimeter walking & edge-dwelling. Where I stumble upon spectacular vantage points. and where, while gratituding, I can lick my wounds in preparation for further ventures. Into more of what is but a glimpse of how it could be like.

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All the things I need…

security & safety,
role & reason,
to celebrate & to mourn.
control at all times,
to surrender & let things flow.
to make mistakes,
to know where all the exits are.

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Pumpkins Still Available

Pumpkin Patch is open Thursday and Friday 3:30 to 5 pm. Saturday and Sunday 10 am to 1 pm while pumpkins last. Come walk the nature loop and do the scavenger hunt.

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2017 Pumpkin Patch – Oct 21

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DIY Fungi – Postponed to Nov. 12


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Who took a bite outta Peter Pumpkin?!!


This just in: someone took a bite outta Peter Pumpkin! “…I was just sitting there, out in the field, excited for the Pumpkin Patch and dreaming about my forever home, when suddenly, from outta nowhere, I was knocked over by a most tremendous wallop! After righting myself up again, I discovered that I’d been chomped! Someone had taken a bite outta me!”

While the culprit has not yet been apprehended, the investigation is underway and on going, and there is a list of suspects, some already known to investigators.

A few words from some of the suspects:

“Where are all those salmon? I’m starving!” – Bear was overheard saying.
“Why are we always made into the bad guys?! We’re keystone species yo! Wolf declared adamantly.
“I’ve much better things to eat than pumpkin innards. I mean really. Please! – Grey Horned Owl, very indignantly.
“I agree. There’s nothing better than sweet willow wood.” – Beaver.
“I’m innocent I tell you. I’m a herbivore. As in green things. Vegetables. That don’t talk.” – Deer
“Ya, I’m starving. Ya, I eat almost anything. That’s how I’ve become successful, ecologically speakin’. But not pumpkin innards. That stuff’ll give ya the runs.” – Raccoon

Cougar was not available for comment at press time.

So who did it? Cougar? Bear? Wolf? Raccoon? Who? Needless to say, there was a bit of worry and concern in the Pumpkin Patch today, despite the fact there has been re-assurance that this is an isolated incident. Along a gentle wooded walk, examine the clues, consider the suspects, and see if you can determine who did it…and why. The Pumpkin Patch @InishOge Organic Farm this Saturday & Sunday Oct 22nd-23rd 10-2pm.

Love Your Wild Places & celebrate our DeMamiel Creek wildlife corridor this Samhain season.

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Pumpkin Patch Blues

We are still selling pumpkins y’all @InishOge Organic Farm, but due to the crazytown extreme weather advisories, we have cancelled the festival market planned for Saturday. We’re really bummed. And, needless to say, the pumpkins are pissed. One of the highlights of our growing year. It’s how it goes with food growing & farming. Risky business. But Mother Nature reigns! So stay safe y’all. But don’t despair. When the storm passes, we’re happy to hook you up with the pumpkin of your dreams. So come on by the farmstand when the actions calms down, cuz what can you do when spectacular stormwaves are sculpting chunks outta your favourite beach? You can head inland of course! To a farm field near you. All kitted out in your wellies & muddybuddies. Warm bevvies in gloved-hands. Embracing the fall weather bluster Sooke-style on a pumpkin run in the rain. Until then, our heartfelt thanks to all, in gratitude for the generous & enthusiastic support for this event from our community, from vendors & pumpkin patchers alike! Wishing everyone a happy blustery windswept & safe #Sooketoberfest.

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Vibes are on the Rise

Freak pumpkin sightings on Helgesen Road.
Proceed with caution.
Faerie activity detected in the vicinity.
Being monitored closely.
Stay tuned for updates.

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