I feel like the guy in the movie, Memento, constantly forgetting what exactly it is that I’m doing, looking around for clues, and getting back on the trail for a little bit. But then, oh!, time for bed, and I’m back at the beginning in the morning, my groggy self not sure what to make of all this I find around me.
Eating is the one sure thing that comes to me easily, so I’ve been in the kitchen a lot lately. I’ve been making pies since thanksgiving. And this weekend, I’ve been making pemmican! Dehydrating ground bison in the oven (makin jerky) at 150 degrees, and rendering beef fat on the stove- both aim to extract all the water, and then grind up the jerky (I’m using a blender) and mix in the fat (at a ratio of 2 parts jerky powder/crumble to 1 part fat. Store in a glass jar. If you did it right, it keeps forever. Great (physically active) travel food.
I’d like to work on the cultural rewilding skills of storytelling and gifting (or the gift economy). Not just storytelling, but also singing (perhaps songwriting? ballads? epic poems? haha), and also singing circles. And dancing parties. I’d also like to seriously learn an instrument. I’m going to gift massages (or whatever form of healing touch is most appropriate) a lot more.
