I used to laugh and say that my simple soups are “prison food.” But now I see that what we need to do society-wide is actually being done in some prisons! FEED OURSELVES AND OUR NEIGHBORS!!
Hmmm. Makes me wonder: what if all those prisoners who are getting the opportunity to learn how to grow food, and are thereby changed, might be released into all the suburbs of the U.S.A. with their newly won skills for hire? Can you imagine your suburb looking more like an old time village, silly lawns transformed into gardens, food everywhere, shared?
What if we so called “free beings” started emulating what some prisoners are doing?
Deeper question: who is in prison, who not? What IS prison, anyway?
And gee whiz! Maybe we should all sign up for prison, so that we can learn to grow our own food?
What will it take for us to realize that growing and sharing our own food is the most vital and nourishing human activity we can perform? Why? Because, besides feeding ourselves nutritious fresh food, growing food re-members us to Nature. Bernie’s Bird is trying to tell us something. Something about seeing beyond and through the matrix illusion that keeps us enthralled by fear of scarcity. Nature herself is continuously regenerative. Are we getting the message?