Now, voyager, sail thou forth to seek and find.
Walt Whitman
Yep, it's that time of year again: the 'golden time' when leaves turn yellow, when the sun shines golden, and little magical mushrooms sprout forth from the belly of the cool breath'd Earth. Not all of these little magical mushrooms are magic though. Some of them are distinctly un-magic as in poisonous and lethal. Up here, in my secret field to the south of Glasgow, the fields are covered in all types of mushrooms from fly agaric to your common toadstool and inkcap. But it's the little liberty caps I'm after, and this golf course (with no golfers) is prime territory.
I pity people who do not know 'the hunt' and how to forage for food. It's a joyful thing to forage and get to know your health-giving territory. Yet, it's also hard, which is why people no longer do it, because it's much easier to pop into the Co-op with your big SUV and your even bigger belly. Joy however is borne on the back of hardship and the hunt/forage gives you that hardship through bodying forth into the land, braving the elements, and engaging your own locomotive and locating powers. (Moreover, I don't think the Co-op do magic mushrooms). All this natural being confers not just a sense of wildness upon the creature (that has been hitherto over-domesticated to the point of poodle-hood) but a sense of overall Health and Wholeness. This health and wholeness is as much about the psyche as it is about the body, and so these mind-altering mushrooms offer to the mind what vitamins offer to the body. This is what you are after all: a 'body-mind-earth-system' who navigates the land and animates itself through galvanizing its own sensing body. Now, forager, go forth to seek and find...
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