I took part of a day off to go out with a few girlfriends to look for morels. The time off was well worth it, and the morel bounty was incredible!! It was so fun to be outside chatting, gathering, laughing and just having a really fun time. I felt as if we had traveled back in time, and we really were pioneer women, hunting and gathering our bounty to bring home to our tribe. A beautiful bond between women, earth and people.
We headed to a spot that one of the girls had been on a wildfire on, the previous year. Her intel proved to be right, as there was no shortage of morels. We all stuck together for a little while, letting our morel noses lead us to each successive patch. Each with our totes-in-tow, we slowly meandered and covered the hillside, as if we were trained morel hunting pigs scouring the ashen earth for that next gold treasure.
Life after death.
Barren and dark.
Alive and flourishing.
A cycle of life,
a continuation of being,
a knowledge of the land,
a skill not to be lost,
treasures not to be taken for granted,
and always remembering to give back what you take.