Food is a right, a responsibility, a gift, a life, a mystery, a puzzle of unequal distribution of resources which must be solved right now. When I think of food, all these diverse images come to mind:
Food is . . .
- a healthy pregnant mother.
- a treasured baby at its mother’s breast
- the sun blessing a newly sprouting field of wheat.
- a cookie at Grandma’s house.
- biting into a fresh peach and juice running down your chin.
- poring over seed catalogues during a January blizzard.
- planting a garden with a bunch of children.
- setting out tiny seedlings and imagining the glorious, productive plants they will become.
- fuzzy baby chicks, ducks and geese.
- gathering newly laid eggs.
- eating the first apple off the tree.
- digging up a carrot, wiping the dirt on your pant leg and eating it right in the garden.
- putting more berries in your mouth than in your basket.
- rain after a long dry spell.
- Thanksgiving dinner with four generations of family present.
- a potluck picnic with the neighbors.
- hoeing a bean field in 100 degree weather.
- feeding the soil so it feeds me in return.
I want people everywhere to be able to grow, gather, hunt, fish, harvest, enjoy and share food the way I am blessed to do. The only way I know how to do this is to share resources locally so that by using less and sharing resources, other families will have more.