Time for change…for me or for them?

These last 3 weeks have been awesome but I’m not here to talk about all the fun little things I’m doing to keep myself entertained. Always busy busy busy and learning learning learning. What have I learned? Well. I do not want to be part of any intensive vegetable farming. It is actually very frustrating! It is amazing the food that is considered “defective” because it has a blemish on it when it is perfectly good to eat. It actually really eats at me. Sitting here and harvesting bushels and bushels of basil and throwing half of it out because it has brown spots, or chard thats not good enough because a bug ate a hole in it. It reminds me of the Spartan days when they threw out their “defective” babies into a pit due to blemishes and deformities.

Okay, okay, maybe a strong metaphor…but seriously do you realize how much food we’re wasting? You go into a store and every 5 tomatoes one is wasted, every bunch of basil…half is thrown out. Every potato another is composted. Fuck! There’s not much you can do about it either. And then the tilling is still happening because there are no programs to subsidize or assist farmers going into regenerative status, they are just left on their own to do it. The organizations that were meant to fund programs that feed farmers with regenerative resources, including the Canadian government, have debunked and dropped out and its just not happening. I dont even know whats going on in the US politics of agriculture. Did you know there are “organic approved chemicals”? From replantable.com “Organic means that the produce was grown according to USDA guidelines, which cover what kind of pesticides, herbicides, and farming practices can be used when growing organic produce.” And I know this is true because both American and now Canadian farmers have told me about it. I’ve seen it for myself and now you’re reading it. Didn’t you think organic meant pesticide free or am I the only idiot here? So even organic farms are spraying their crops. Awesome. So organic means whatever the USDA says it to mean (and same for the agriculture administrations of other countries) and that definition is apparently very fluid and appears to be whatever suits them best. Again….awesome. The base of the chemical is natural and not harmful to humans….at least the one thats used on this one farm in Canada that I’m on. Who know’s what else is “approved.” Organic dairy farms lobby politicians to get chemicals approved to give their cows because the cows wont be productive enough without it…so it gets approved. Nobody really knows whats going on but I guess thats what They want. Anyways…this spray chemical kills all the bugs and animals. the ladybugs, grasshoppers, the toads and spiders. Organic is not as ecologically friendly as one might think. And its sprayed to maybe kill one type of bug and then kills a thousand. Man, if people knew what they were paying for at the store they might start their own gardens. You go in and would just buy the 3$ box of blueberries instead of the 6$ box of blueberries because its cheaper but the 3$ box is 3$ because its farmed by slaves. We have our Mexicans in the US and probably others and Canada has people coming from Jamaica, Indonesia, the Dominican and Mexico as well. Its a fucked up system, man. These guys are working 16 hours a day for 6 months on a farm. If you could just taste what that feels like you’d feel a different type of way…and you feel like a slave at your job, right? Fuck. But I’m not here to tell you the “dont feel down on yourself because there are people worst off and you’re so lucky” speech….I’m just telling you what I know and what I’ve seen. So, anyways, you inherently start rallying and say “Let’s change it!” but the “slaves” that are coming to farm…they take the money back home to their families and would say they’re better off for it. So what are you really changing? Who are you really helping? Its a fucked up system man and they got you by the balls so I guess just buy the 3$ box of blueberries and buy a beer with it to drown the feelings. And if I had advice it would be this…just because you’re getting paid doesn’t mean you’re not a slave.

Im not sure what to do about all that but there it is. Im turning my focus more intently into regenerative farming and reforestation. There’s a unique opportunity in Mexico we are reaching out to as well as some other opportunities in Canada that are seeming very attractive. Food forest, anyone? 😉 We are going to reforest a piece of land and live from a personal garden and foraging as well. We also want to offer workshops for education on living for the land and have a huge focus on meditation and music and arts for the healing of people while healing the land.  We are not sure how to sustain ourselves financially through that time period while the Food Forest is growing but we know that it will come to us whatever it is. It is definitely something because we are talking about It. Get It? haha 😉 love you guys. I would apologize for the intensity but you know as well as I it’s not required.

Peace!

People kept saying I think too much

I kept believing they think too little. I keep writing my goals, my purpose and doggedly attack the information in front of me through books and hands on experience that I can attain through those around me. Coming to be with Bee and meeting her family has been a blessing and has skyrocketed me towards the person I am working on becoming in a monumental way. The welcoming, the support, the love that I feel here is so true and pure I could cry. Oh, and Bees dad, Jean, is a badass.

I arrived in Toronto where Bee picked me up and we went off to Ottawa and met her brother, Sam and his brothers girlfriend…Sam 😀 haha. Sam and sam. They get called Sam squared sometimes. Its quite awesome! for sake of confusion we call Sams girlfriend Sami 🙂 Also in Ottawa I met Bees friends Brett and Noel who are running a farm in Ottawa and have had some tough challenges this year. The biggest one being the fact that they are running a farm just the 2 of them that was setup to at least require 10 workers. So they are a bit swamped. We decided to stay in Ottawa an extra day to go to the farm and help them weed some carrots and it was definitely a good experience!

Here is a real cool experience. Are you ready?

Bee and I were walking down past the Parliament (our White House) along the river and as we were walking I turned to Bee and said “I have this feeling that Im going to see somebody I know right now….but no. that is impossible.” and in the way she does she answers “Ah it is not impossible. Impossible is impossible!” and i replied of course. of course 🙂 So we kept walking up to the top of the hill to a statue overlooking the river and I climbed up on the little scaffolding to see over it and right below me on a little grass hill sits a man. And he looks like Guilleme (Gee-ohm) and I am floored. The last time I saw Guilleme was in Hampi, India where we met and we went to the river and jammed together and drank some whiskey and on the way back we had the pleasure of seeing just the eye of the crocodile before he sunk beneath the pond. Fuck.

Anyways, I yell “Guilleme!” and he turns his head and stares at me and I see the incredulity in his eyes and he turns back around and I know hes thinking “there is no fucking way.” I am also thinking “there is no fucking way” and am still not convinced that it is Guilleme. Theres just no fucking way. And I crane my head to the left to see the item next to him, thinking its a guitar…and if it is…its him. and it was. “Guilleme!” I yell as I jump down in excitement and start moving towards him and he looks again. “Is that you Guilleme? No way.” and he says “The fuck, man, how the fuck…what the…how…why…what are you doing here man!?” and I just laugh and laugh and laugh and hug him so tightly and am nearly crying so happy to see this brother of mine. We talk and talk and I introduce Bee and Guilleme and I pick up his guitar and play and Bee and Guilleme talk and laugh and Im staring at the bridge and as I am staring at it I remember Guilleme and Mel and Josh telling me about this bridge and how they just cross this bridge to see each other. And they tell me this in India. What a fucking trip man. Theres nothing else like it, Im telling you. Fuck. To Guilleme!

Now I am at Bees Parents house (Jean and Josée) and they have been wonderful! I met Jeans parents as well and also Jons brother and we had a nice gathering last night and I just feel so part of the family it is unreal. Ah life has been quite a blessing. MMMM and the FOOD! God damn Bee is a good cook and it is all organic and vegan and yummy and scrumptious and mm mm mmmmm. Fuck, guys. It is only going to get better too. How? I never know how to answer that question although that seems to be the one always asked. Faith, my Brothers and Sisters, faith.

I Love You!

P.S we are now off to the River & Sky Festival to be in the bush for the next 4 days. River & Sky is an ecologically conscious festival with folk tunes and workshops for all sorts of things. Au Revoir!