This is not a book about foraging. But it is a book that every forager should read and will probably love. Braiding Sweetgrass, by Robin Wall Kimmerer, is a collection of essays that brings together the worlds of science and traditional indigenous wisdom in a way that respects both the objective data of clinical observation, and the more emotional, spiritual relationship we can enjoy with the natural world.
I am not a religious person, but I am deeply moved when faced with wonderful truth or natural beauty. My idea of spirituality is unrelated to a traditional deity or religion. I revel in the enormity of an ancient volcanic landscape, the colors of a sunset at 10,000 feet, and the thrill of a huge porcini harvest. I felt the same kind of emotional response to Ms. Kimmerer’s writing.
I heard Ms. Kimmerer speak at the Garden Writers conference in Buffalo, in August 2017. She moved me to tears and I’m pretty sure I shushed someone in the audience who was interfering with my listening enjoyment. After she finished I introduced myself, and sheepishly held her hand far too long as I told her I was a forager and that her words had moved me deeply. I bought her book, but loaned it to a friend who kept it for more than a year. (It wasn’t entirely her fault…I forgot whom I’d loaned it to.)
I got the book back last week and devoured it in two days. Ms. Kimmerer speaks both the language of science and the language of the heart, and the combination is uniquely thrilling. As I read, I experienced a warm knot of emotion behind my forehead. That’s the feeling I get when I read or hear or see something that moves me deeply, something so undeniably true and important that it penetrates to both my heart and mind. I don’t get this feeling often in life, but in Braiding Sweetgrass, I felt it in almost every chapter.
I’m unsure of where this will take me or what it means, but it’s got me thinking. I cling to sentences like: “We’ve created a cultural and economic landscape that is hospitable to the growth of neither leeks [ramps] nor honor.” And when she writes about the reciprocal importance of ceremony and community, I recognize this as something I want more of in my life. But how to find it? Ms. Kimmerer cautions that these “should not be cultural appropriations from Native peoples”, then admits that “generating new ceremony in today’s world is hard to do.”
I imagine that feeling a true sense of community, finding a ceremony that speaks to my heart and mind, would be enormously satisfying. The closest I’ve come is how I feel when I’m with fellow foragers. We speak a common language, we share an appreciation of the natural world. Foragers are my people, and when I’m with them my step is light, my heart is happy, and my mind is quick and questioning.
The idea of looking at our relationship with the earth from new and multiple vantage points resonates with me. I applaud the combination of scientific data and knowledge acquired through generations of experience. I am drawn to the indigenous stories Ms. Kimmerer relates in a way that surprised me, considering my aversion to organized religion. Maybe because there is no single god in Braiding Sweetgrass, although there is certainly something greater than mankind.
This is a book that will stay with me. It is provocative, moving, and insightful, and I recommend it to anyone who feels a deep connection to the earth.