so, i fell off the face of the blogosphere for a while. my bike has a flat tire which i am finally going to fix today, so i haven't gotten into town to use the internet in some time. but here i am and there you are and we can have a virtual party now.
are you rocking? i am.
so, yes, farm girls 2005 did make it's whirlwind journey to DC for the protest. there were a lot of people there. a lot of signs, a lot of people yelling and marching and inspiring others and it was great. at one point the march had gone the entire 20 block route and doubled back on itself, creating a momentary traffic jam because so many people came out to tell GW that he's a fucker and that way, way too many people are dying for his and his buddies bullshit. our favorite signs were "make coherent sentences, not war" and by far the best "RAPTURE IS NOT AN EXIT STRATEGY." the most disappointing aspect was the media coverage of the event. even NPR gave more time to the pro bush, anti protest protest of which we saw the staggering amount of 4 PEOPLE. four vs. 250,000 or more. oh npr, why have you betrayed me??? but over all it was great to be able to go yell and it was inspiring to have so many people of a wide variety of ages (although mostly white people - i think there's something about being able to afford to make the trip to DC to yell) yell with us.
for photos and more detailed coverage check out katya's blog at katyana.blogspot.com.
other than that, life on the farm has been all about winter squash and pumpkins and getting colder. i'm fixin to harvest herbs to dry - burdock root, dandelion root, yarrow, catnip, mint, motherwort and anything else i stumble upon. we're having a fall harvest party for the csa members this sunday. farmer rob's going to be giving hayrides and we get to decorate.
jody and her mom and i went to the international crane foundation last weekend and hung out with the cranes. they are simultaneously graceful and comical. my favorite was the black african crane who was dancing and jumping and having a gay ole time back in his little room. you could just spy his solitary revlery. he came out for a bit, looked around, gave his buddy a "you're no fun" look, decided outside was boring and went back to rocking out in his room.
seeing whooping cranes was like seeing a mythical creature. there were 2 of them in a small wetland enclosure. they moved as if one. we watched them stroll out from behind tall reeds, wathing us as we watched them. jody and i were wondering aloud about the whooping part of their names when, together they held their beaks straight up and let loose a single sound that penetrated our souls. jody grabbed my arm and we held each other as they continued to shout to the heavens. it was like they were telling us secrets of life that we couldn't quite understand because we think too much with our heads and not enough with our being. they moved back behind the reeds once again, moving every part of their bodies in the same way and in the same rythym, connected by an intangible force.
are you rocking? i am.
so, yes, farm girls 2005 did make it's whirlwind journey to DC for the protest. there were a lot of people there. a lot of signs, a lot of people yelling and marching and inspiring others and it was great. at one point the march had gone the entire 20 block route and doubled back on itself, creating a momentary traffic jam because so many people came out to tell GW that he's a fucker and that way, way too many people are dying for his and his buddies bullshit. our favorite signs were "make coherent sentences, not war" and by far the best "RAPTURE IS NOT AN EXIT STRATEGY." the most disappointing aspect was the media coverage of the event. even NPR gave more time to the pro bush, anti protest protest of which we saw the staggering amount of 4 PEOPLE. four vs. 250,000 or more. oh npr, why have you betrayed me??? but over all it was great to be able to go yell and it was inspiring to have so many people of a wide variety of ages (although mostly white people - i think there's something about being able to afford to make the trip to DC to yell) yell with us.
for photos and more detailed coverage check out katya's blog at katyana.blogspot.com.
other than that, life on the farm has been all about winter squash and pumpkins and getting colder. i'm fixin to harvest herbs to dry - burdock root, dandelion root, yarrow, catnip, mint, motherwort and anything else i stumble upon. we're having a fall harvest party for the csa members this sunday. farmer rob's going to be giving hayrides and we get to decorate.
jody and her mom and i went to the international crane foundation last weekend and hung out with the cranes. they are simultaneously graceful and comical. my favorite was the black african crane who was dancing and jumping and having a gay ole time back in his little room. you could just spy his solitary revlery. he came out for a bit, looked around, gave his buddy a "you're no fun" look, decided outside was boring and went back to rocking out in his room.
seeing whooping cranes was like seeing a mythical creature. there were 2 of them in a small wetland enclosure. they moved as if one. we watched them stroll out from behind tall reeds, wathing us as we watched them. jody and i were wondering aloud about the whooping part of their names when, together they held their beaks straight up and let loose a single sound that penetrated our souls. jody grabbed my arm and we held each other as they continued to shout to the heavens. it was like they were telling us secrets of life that we couldn't quite understand because we think too much with our heads and not enough with our being. they moved back behind the reeds once again, moving every part of their bodies in the same way and in the same rythym, connected by an intangible force.
posted by farmer michelle at 11:16 AM
1 Comments:
beautiful meditation on cranes. write an essay. send it to a nature magazine. get famous. make lots of money. buy me some land.
(or at the very least....write an essay).
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