Seeds for Thought: an Ecopsychology Blog

new food for old folks

It was a slow weekend for news, I think.  An item about entomophagy came up over and over again, one which made me react all wrong.

The deal is this:  some study (I think in the Czech Republic) revealed that with the current food crisis in the world, we might consider eating high-protein/low-fat insects.  I have no problem with the idea in general as I know that, in many countries, people actually do eat insects and apparently enjoy them, delicacy or ordinary fare. 

Innucadie

Isn't that name engaging?  "Innucadie" is the brainchild of a modest community-minded individual who has contributed to the local community development for several years now, someone who isn't terribly interested in recognition.  The word comes from "innu", meaning the Innu nation, an aboriginal group living on Québec's lower north shore for the last several thousand years, and "acadie", from those peoples who migrated to that lower north shore from other places that welcomed them after the deportation of Acadians by the British in 1755.  We're talking about a large territory shared by both Innu and "white" peoples of Acadian and other origins.

Well, last weekend the Innucadie Festival was held in a small village at the end of the paved road, Natashquan, birthplace of the dearly-loved and well-known Québécois poet and singer, Gilles Vigneault.  The Festival is three years old, and gathers together story-tellers from two cultures, the Innu and the Acadians, drawing in other story-tellers from origins that go way beyond this region.  Everyone who attended the festival had to drive by my house some 260 km further to get there.  In all, anyone who came from Montreal drove 1300 km.

A story about a porcupine

One early morning a week or so ago, I was sitting down reading a newspaper on-line when I heard the horn of a truck blasting over and over again in front of my house.  I tried to ignore it but the horn kept blasting at regular intervals.  Feeling somewhat impatient, I got up and went to the window where I observed a huge white truck (one of those which goes by early each weekday morning to bring the mail to all the village post offices along the coast).  It was stopped and a young porcupine was wandering on the road seemingly oblivious to the noise being made by the truckdriver.

Patience and Joy

I am now 26 weeks pregnant and have never been happier in my life. I think I write so little because I'm so busy just being with this baby, my partner, the whole joy of pregnancy. Those feel-good hormones really do kick in for the second trimester and it must be Nature's way of giving your baby the very best start possible. I love the kicking... The full-on contradiction of all of the in-my-headness that has plagued me since as long as I can remember. I'm up there, thinking, thinking, then all of a sudden: whack! "Oh hello, down there, Little-Human-Being!"