By Viola Arduini
La Villita, NM
September 5, 2017
Ron, our host, has round glasses, a big hat, a white beard and a warm smile. He has a room full of tools where he makes shoes. He also uses old bicycles to create amazing machines. He can whisper to the soil and is able to grow anything. He has a library of forgotten varieties of apple trees in a corner of his garden, and a field of magic corn of thousands of colors that looks like made of glass. If I was a little girl when I met him, I would have thought Ron is a wizard.
La Villita, NM
September 5, 2017
Ron, our host, has round glasses, a big hat, a white beard and a warm smile. He has a room full of tools where he makes shoes. He also uses old bicycles to create amazing machines. He can whisper to the soil and is able to grow anything. He has a library of forgotten varieties of apple trees in a corner of his garden, and a field of magic corn of thousands of colors that looks like made of glass. If I was a little girl when I met him, I would have thought Ron is a wizard.
He gave each of us a spoon he made out of wood. Because we need to learn how to eat again.
There is disorder in what we eat. When food is considered just a commodity lots of problems arise in ecology, social justice, nutrition, just to cite a few.
We decided to make a feast for our last night at the farm. A banquet to celebrate the nourishment coming from food and community. We picked from Ron's garden some ingredients and we bought the rest at the local farmer market.
Before cooking we made a mandala out of it, a way to celebrate the beauty, importance and holiness of that food. A way to say thank you, to feel blessed and to bless it.
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