As I was reviewing reference tables on edible plants in the wee hours of the morning, I started thinking that my relationship with permaculture has been like a love affair.  (I've been reading "Diary of a Compost Hotline Operator" by Spring Gillard, and in one chapter, the author writes about art and love in the garden.)

My first trip to Haiti last May was a journey of stark contrasts; the best I could do was breathe deeply, and bring my heart and mind fully to the work at hand. I am noticing the contrasts again today. We've raised over $8300 for my volunteer projects in Haiti (as of January 28). I am in awe that we're $3000 over my original fundraising goal and that support has continued to flow. And, as I read about Haiti tonight, I realise the enormity and scale of transformation that is needed. In the same breath, I am present with my gratitude and my sorrow.

After watching the film "For the Next 7 Generations" about the International Council of 13 Indigenous Grandmothers and following a few recent conversations, I'd like to share more here about my spiritual perspective.