I had planned to go for a run. The circular route from Bucklers Hard to Beaulieu is a beautiful one, with the fresh and clean Atlantic air blowing in, and the hundred-years old oak trees standing to guard in this ancient land. This was where Henry the Eighth’s warships were built, from the oak trees ob Bucklers Hard.
So I came dressed for running, but nature slowed me down. I began slowing to a walk, taking deep breaths and stopping to soak in the beauty. My partner was impatient and annoyed.
“I must forage,” I said. I could just feel the energy around me, and I was reminded by a beautiful story someone told me a long time ago: get to know your patch of earth. Walk in it regularly, and it will know what herbs your body needs. And the plant will spring up for you.
I foraged for my meal today. Thank you, earth ❤