Urban Survival 102 - Level Up
Started: Tuesday, November 1, 2005 14:15
Finished: Tuesday, November 1, 2005 14:57
It has been my observation that one can learn and notice much more about one's environment when riding a bike than by zooming past everything in a car. Likewise, going on foot, one can find and discover even more than someone zipping by on a bike. There is a reverse correlation between speed and the granularity of perceptual experience.
Applying this maxim further, we could say that by sitting still in one place, one could get an even clearer perception of the immediate reality of it than by walking through.
And so it was that I found myself on this warm clear November afternoon, walking rather than riding to the nearby Herbert Park, a locale through which I route my bike rides on a fairly consistent basis, both because of the efficiency of the route, and because it provides pleasant and peaceful surroundings during the journey.
But today, I stopped and sat on one of the benches. Just sat, soaking in the sun, watching the leaves fall from the trees, feeling the gentle breeze brush the surface of the land, observing the children go by on their way to the playground.
A cluster of evergreen trees at the edge of the park beckoned me. After a time, I walked over and sat amidst them, in a semi-meditative posture, though I was not attempting to practice any formal or focused form of meditative mind.
I looked at the ground, and the trees; the pinecones, and the bark. Inspired by the writings of Tom Brown Jr, and also thinking about some stuff I had read regarding the culturally imposed limits on what is considered "food", and how such psychological barriers were strong enough to cause entire groups of settlers to starve even while the natives thrived in plain sight, I picked up one of the pinecones, and began to chew on one of the kernels.
A question lurking at the back of my mind. It was as if I was asking the Goddess of Earth, "If I needed it, could you feed me?"
I was not truly hungry, though I had thought it might be a good idea to eat something other than more of the bean dip I made yesterday. Obviously, I was not hungry enough, as the hard bark of these pinecones tasted about as good as picking up a clod of dirt to eat. I gave up on that little musing, and continued to soak in the beauty of the place.
But as I continued to sit, the Goddess gave me an answer. On the ground, camouflaged amidst the landscaped bits of dead wood that covered the ground, I noticed some little brown shoots poking up through the debris. Mushrooms. Tiny little mushrooms.
Generally speaking, I am anything but a fan of mushrooms, at least in the form that they generally appear in our food. Slimey, gooey icky things. I avoid them in my cuisine whenever I have a choice.
But these... Well, they were wild, and this was one of my lessons. I knew that. I also knew that as someone with virtually no knowledge or training in edible species, I would be taking a risk. What if it was a poisonous species? But my instinct told me it was okay. If I was wrong, I would only have eaten a tiny bit, and like the day of my first dumpster dive, I was willing to take the negligable risk of a visit to the emergency room for the hope that I might learn something and cross another landmark.
I ate several of the tiny little things, and they actually tasted quite good. Not mushy at all.
It may not be much, but even in the park in the middle of a city, there was something growing out of the ground fit for human consumption. Maybe in the event of a Hard Crash, I might have some tiny chance after all. Or even if I don't, or even if there is no crash, I've learned something new today.
Thank you, Goddess.
Now, on to work with me!
by bouncing (2005-11-01 21:37)
It's worth checking if Lincoln sprays their parks with poison in the hopes of decreasing the insect population. You could be eating those poisons.