Mad Farmer Sascha
We Are Our Own Safety Nets, We Weave Together
Hey y’all – I’m living on this farm in the Hudson Valley with a bunch of amazing kids but we have this outlandish amount of work to do to get ready for winter so I don’t really have any time to write a column but instead here’s a piece off the Icarus Project website which might be really helpful to you or someone you love. It was a whole crew of us that wrote it over the last year but most of the credit should go to Will Hall and Ashley Mcnamara.
UNDERGROUND ROOTS AND MAGIC SPELLS - THE CALL OUT
(written by Sascha Scatter and Ashley McNamara with help from the Icarus Project crew. This is the introduction to our new manual for build community based mental health support networks. For more info check out our website at http://theicarusproject.net or write me personally at: email@example.com)
The Ghost of Christmas Past
Adventures in the Land of Greasecars and Fireflies
Volatile adj. having a high vapor pressure and a low boiling point;
(of circumstances) liable to sudden, unpredictable, or explosive change
[ETYMOLOGY: from Latin volatilis flying, from volare to fly]
“To lose the scar of knowledge is to renew the wound.” - Wendell Berry
“The rings around Saturn are its own shattered moon.” - Jane LeCroy
A Return to the Other Side
Blinking Red Lights and the Souls of Our Friends
Underneath the Wild Garden Waits to Grow
here’s a story that you may not comprehend,
but the parking lots will crack and bloom again.
There’s a world beneath the pavement that will never end.
Seeds are lying dormant and will never end.
if you listen you can hear the sound of birds,
hear their song above the chaos, hear their words.
Listen to their love songs, it will never end.
If you listen you can hear.
A Handful of Seeds in a World Full of War