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finally getting back to this now that some due dates are done, and my god did A Mother’s Work make me cry, and laugh, every single paragraph. This is setting up to be the best book I’ve read this year.
May 09, 2024 02:13PM
Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

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“Now, when the red leaves are all down and the geese are gone, I go looking for witch hazel.”

brother i am crying in the liberry
Apr 20, 2024 07:03PM
Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants


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Same species, same earth, different stories. Like Creation stories everywhere, cosmologies are a source of identity and orientation to the world. They tell us who we are. We are inevitably shaped by them no matter how distant they may be from our consciousness. One story leads to the generous embrace of the living world, the other to banishment.
Apr 14, 2024 08:04PM
Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants


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pattan “It came to me once again that restoring a habitat, no matter how well intentioned, produces casualties. We set ourselves up as arbiters of what is good when often our standards of goodness are driven by narrow interests, by what we want. I piled the cut brush back up near the nest in some semblance of the protective cover I had destroyed and sat on a rock, concealed on the other side of the pond, to see if she would come back. What did she think as she watched me come closer and closer, laying waste to the home she had carefully chosen, threatening her family? There are powerful forces of destruction loose in the world, advancing inexorably toward her children and mine. The onslaught of progress, well- intentioned to improve human habitat, threatens the nest I’ve chosen for my children as surely as I threatened hers. What does a good mother do?”


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