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Everything I eat comes from this land I live on. Except for rice, spelt tortillas, cheese (I hope to obtain a goat for dairy soon) and tomato sauce (tomatoes are almost ready so that should change soon). Everything is grown organically with permaculture and biodynamics. The chickens produce amazing eggs because they are totally free-range and get spoiled milk (they love it) and organic grains to supplement the bugs they dig up and they are quite happy.
My body is happy.
Before I pick a beet (or any living thing) out of the ground, I thank the soil for housing it, the worms and the lightning and the rain and the compost for feeding the soil, I thank the seed from which the beet came from and I sit for a moment in amazement at how it grew so quickly from a tiny little seed into a delicious, nourishing root and sweet, tender leaves for me to eat. I remember that the ancestors of that seed fed my ancestors and the children of those seeds will feed my children. I say thank you beet, for growing to this great big size and allowing me to pluck you up from the ground. Then I pull it out and say namaste, what a beauty you are. When I’m cutting up the beet I’m amazed at the mandalic pattern inside of the beet and the tough skin it’s developed around its body - how amazing that nature creates art in everything she makes. I breathe in it’s sweet smell and enjoy the vision of my red stained fingers. And when I finally eat it I say thank you, thank you, thank you! And I also thank myself for planting and caring for it.
If I’ve steamed or boiled the beats, I pour the water into a jar and save it for painting with later.
Basically, I love beets.
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