SEASON’S HARVEST … OK, I’m a hopeless romantic. A throwback to an age when folks actually believed that the Western myth of the rugged individual was built on the Western reality of rural cooperation … When I first came to Telluride, it was the food co-op and the non-commercial radio station and the old high school artists’ building (where the elementary school is today) that most attracted me to the town. Not the skiing – that was just the non-extractive economic engine … Of course, these days I’m loving the skiing, and as a senior I get affordable earlybird prices (if anything in T-ride is ever affordable) … So, when the artist lofts sold to the school district (after the roof fell in) and the food co-op bit the dust, I was at least happy to see KOTO continue (long live community radio!) … For a few years I joined the Durango Food Co-op, though I only made it down there a couple times year … I still shop at natural/organic food stores when I can, but there hasn’t been the opportunity of joining a food co-op in our area for ages. Which is why I was delighted to learn that Ridgway’s Melissa Johnson and Patrick Morris were trying to turn their excellent natural foods market into a co-op. There’s a membership drive going on right now, and they’re close to their target numbers. I’ve joined up. You Telluriders and Norwoodians who drive through Ridgway a lot ought to consider it as well … Call Melissa at 626-9719 … My son Rio has taken economics courses at Ft. Lewis, but I don’t need any drillings in the dismal science to know that we vote with our money – where we spend it dictates which stores/companies survive and which regions benefit. Shopping at City Market (which I do some) supports Club 20 & the Prinster Family of Grand Junction. Shopping at WalMart (which I rarely do) supports the Walton family fortune, sweat shops in China & child labor in Bangladesh (allegedly). Shopping at Season’s Harvest in Ridgway (which I do a lot) supports our community here in the Western San Juans. Money spent in Ouray and San Miguel Counties circulates in our region several times over. Money spent in the Montrose big boxes uses up a ridiculous carbon footprint to ship our money out of the region. Those are dollars taken out of local circulation for someone else’s benefit … However, since I’m on the road for politics a lot (those that show up make the decisions), I pass through Ridgway often on my way to Denver or Fort Colllins and it makes sense to join up, even at a ridiculous distance from where I live. I’m supporting an outlet for local food sales (moving as we all are – or should be – towards becoming locavores), strengthening community values, keeping dollars in circulation locally, and making wonderful friends in an adjoining watershed … It was a coop movement that founded Nucla. San Miguel Power Association is a coop still. Why not support the nearest food coop in our region and make all of us stronger, our economy more resilient?
THE TALKING GOURD
- for Pablo & Dusty
Hiking alone up a morning ravine
in the wild Santa Cruz mountains.
Dappled shadows through laurel leaf
& porcupine-thick pine boughs.
Moss-skinned stones splashed with
water whispering its way to the sea.
There! Spotlighted on a bench of sun
one lone parasol of red (Hygrophorus
I would learn later). Waxy cap &
stem stunning in its phallic form
& solitary rise, as though springing
full grown from out the brow of
the creek’s bank. Miracle of fungal life
& death recycled. A mycelial mystery
that started it all for me – the Way of
the Fungophile. Tracking the hyphae
of chthonic connections from roots
to fruiting bodies. Enzymes to alkaloids.
Ekto/endo mutualism to Terence McKenna’s
entheogenic consciousness. Coming to
understand reciprocal appropriation. How
the fungal kindom is affording us
the opportunity now – in the shadow
of the mushroom cloud – to help
heal the planet we as a viral
species have infected. Irradiated.
Baptized & globalized. One
lone ‘shroom. Revealing herself in
nature as the thousand-armed goddess.
Icon. Antidote. Our best hope.