Returning to the wilds and the magic that resides there.
The air over the water shimmers in the heat of the morning, warm even at this early hour. The light has that golden syrupy quality that holds the promise of a hot day. The surface of the lake is still, like a mirror, glassy reflections of the trees that line the lake and the blue sky that will later deepen to cornflower as the temperature rises. Dragon flies zip across the surface and a swan moves lazily across the water.
There’s a magic to such places, wouldn’t you agree?
This three week course is designed to give participants the basic tools of rebellion and resistance by focusing upon our own resilience outside of the capitalist system.
You see, some people do not understand that foraging is not the same as wild harvesting. Foragers take only what they need and always consider the needs of the other creatures we share this world with. We do not strip areas of ‘resources’, of plants, flowers, nuts and fruits. We take little, leaving nothing but our footprints and we become stewards of our wild places, taking care of them. It is in our interest to take care of our wild spaces, to ensure the survival of plant species. Foraging builds a symbiotic relationship with nature, one where we recognise and understand our place within it, not separate from it.
I belong to the land beneath my feet And the wind that blows so sweet. I belong to the rain that falls, And the wild, my name it calls. So what land do I call home? Whatever land I do roam.
Emma Kathryn Wild Witchcraft
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