Planting, or farming if you prefer, is a time honored pursuit whose history can be traced back to the very beginning. There is something very special, very sacred, in sowing seeds that nourish, sustain, and benefit-perhaps more so in this time than ever before as connectivity to the land is being lost.
There is a direct correlation between this and stability and security-both of which afford self reliance either on a personal or communal level.
How vulnerable are a people who depend on a store as their food source, the government for the basics, a utility company for illumination, heat, or even their water?
It was the advent of agriculture as a reliable, sustainable food source that led to the growth of communities-conversely so it was investment in the land in fixed locations that led to hostilities and the need to protect “ownership”.
Ownership is one of those words that will elicit all manner of responses-from no one owns the land, while we battle for “ownership rights” based on heredity or treaty provisions, to such things as this is my book, my tool, my truck.
Maybe it’s as simple as a joint ownership-we own, and in turn we are owned by the land-either way it should be a symbiotic relationship wherein the land and we benefit.
The land is fertile, pregnant with life, and waiting to give birth for those who will seed it. The land revels in this much the same as a mother nursing a child or a father providing warmth and shelter.
It is a contract, an agreement written millenia ago-the land sustains us and we sustain the land.
No one needs access to acres to plant a few seeds, only a small place in their yard, a few packets of seeds, and the investment of a little time that will be well spent.
Warriors don’t farm? I think they do if that is what’s required. One thing I have no doubt of is warriors provide and look out for their own-warriors want to be independent and not wait on a check or commodities…….even if it means “farming”.
Impregnate the land-instead of another woman and leave her to fend on her own.