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Sunday, July 26, 2009

Where the Music Takes You. Where Seeds Pass from Hand to Hand. Where the Sidewalk Ends.

Amon and Cina Sherriff from Pattie Baker on Vimeo.



This four-part story is about joy. The joy of connection, between friends who've never met in person, couples who meet again after raising a family, generations that pass the diversity of civilization from hand to hand, and strangers who simply find each other and dare to create something new.

Part 1

It starts at my local health food store. Amon Sherriff works there and he and I can get to talking for up to an hour when I go in to buy local honey (he called me The Honey Lady for ages before he learned my name). My older daughter and her friend consider the health food store their "go-to" place when they go for weekly walks, and they now have their own relationship with Amon.

Well, turns out Amon and his wife Cina have a music group with seven of their children called A Family Affair, where they talk about and demonstrate a wide variety of traditional African instruments. However, the seven children are now grown and have moved on and so the latest performance of A Family Affair brought it back down to two. Just two. The two who had started it all. (Watch the 23-second video clip above and see the power of their connection.)

As I sat there on the picnic blanket watching them with my husband, our older daughter currently sleeping tentless, far away, in the Nantahala Forest and our younger daughter nearby jumping from rock to rock in the creek, I tried to imagine that day for us, too, when the kids are gone and it's back down to the two of us. That day is not so distant anymore. And now, I will carry this memory of Amon and Cina and the joy between them, and aspire to that.

Part 2

Several days later, a package arrived in the mail. From Australia! (Thank you, Kate and Maggie!) My younger daughter opened it excitedly and found koala bear and kangaroo napkins plus a documentary about seedsaving, filmed across eleven countries with twenty tribal groups.

I watch a lot of documentaries about farming and gardening but I only report on the ones that I LOVE. And THIS I LOVE! I was moved not only by the amazing diversity of food that people are growing and saving from generation to generation, but the incredible joy I see in people's faces. I have a lot of fun in my life, but in all honesty, I'm not sure it comes close to the joy these folks experience. Take a look at the trailer for this film below. The actual film absolutely enveloped me with joy, as well as an overwhelming desire to add more community celebration to my life.



Part 3

And so that brings me to the next big news. It appears as if our community garden is going to happen, in time for fall planting! Extraordinary things are happening on a daily basis relating to this garden. People are literally dropping out of the sky to make it all work. A convergence of the world's energy has apparently zoomed in on a little spot past the dog park, across the street, where the sidewalk ends (here is the update on this effort, and another, as posted on Sustainable Dunwoody). The tagline for this amazing place has written itself: "Where the sidewalk ends, community grows." And, yes, of course, this evokes the famous Shel Silverstein poem, the first stanza of which goes:

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

And so, I'd like to introduce Rebecca to you, a woman I didn't know a month ago, a woman whose joy is contagious, and a woman who could not have imagined at that time that this was the next step on her journey:

Introducing Citizens for The Dunwoody Community Garden from Pattie Baker on Vimeo.



Part 4

The last part is about you. How will you find joy today? In music? In seeds? In people? Go. Go where the music takes you. Where seeds pass from hand to hand. Where the sidewalk ends. And see what happens.
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Monday, July 20, 2009

No Time or Money to Eat, Pray Love Around the World. So Here Is What I Did Instead.


Click here. It's a full-length book, but it is a rather fast read. It is a funny, frenetic and fairly philosophical escapade of what happened after I found a long-lost life list (written before I started FoodShed Planet). And I think my husband is hands-down the funniest part of the story.

For you Star Trek fans out there, you are in for a special treat. (Not a Star Trek fan? You may be, by the end! And there's plenty of other stuff!)
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Sunday, July 19, 2009

Where I'm At (Literally and Figuratively)

They Say The Garden Resembles the Gardener from Pattie Baker on Vimeo.


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Sunday, July 12, 2009

"Once People Realize I'm Not Going to Blow Up Their Zamboni or Butcher Their Ballerinas . . ." (Harry's Journey with Two Turtles in a Smart Car)


So there's this guy named Harry Hurt III. He would do things, like be a stand-up comedian or sportscaster, or learn to figure skate, or work in a chocolate factory, or become a doorman for a day at a Washington, D.C. hotel during Obama's inauguration, and then he'd write about his experiences in the New York Times in his weekly column titled Executive Pursuits.

Well, one week he wrote at the end of his column, as simple as pie, that his column was over. Downsizing at the Times, like everywhere else, I supposed. I was crestfallen. I hadn't realized how much Harry Hurt III punctuated my Saturdays.

So I emailed him, set up an interview and we've talked and emailed a number of times. I'm even following him on Twitter. You know why? Because of what Harry's doing next.

Award-winning journalist Harry Hurt III is driving across the United States with two turtles in a Smart Car, observing 'a world of hurt,' as he calls it, and writing about it.

First stop? Kennebunkport, Maine, home to the first President Bush (photo courtesy of World of Hurt). The footage of former President Bush getting in Harry's Smart Car and proclaiming, "You have turtles! Are they gonna' go all the way with you?" is priceless, if you ask me.

When Harry and I talked, our interview went something like this:

Me: "Harry, why do you do the things you do?"
Harry: "Because I'm stark raving mad."

Me: "What advice would you give others who might want to follow in your footsteps?"

Harry: "Take two aspirin and quit."

So he's a bit of a salty dog who clearly likes to be the one interviewing and writing, not being interviewed and written about. Or, perhaps he just doesn't like me. Yet, he did manage to share these couple tips:

Me: "How easy is it for you gain access to these pursuits?"

Harry: "Once people realize I'm not going to blow up their zamboni or butcher their ballerinas, they're open to letting me participate. If you show respect and humility, then you can do a lot of interesting things."

Me: "What was your reaction to losing the New York Times column?"

Harry: "My reaction was my action."

My reaction was my action. Great line. Great advice.

Harry lost his stable weekly gig. Within weeks, he launched a website, bought a Smart Car, got the turtles, gained sponsors, pointed his compass in a new direction, and set out.

Here's what Harry has to say (on his website) about his situation:

America is literally in a world of hurt not seen since the Great Depression. The stock market and the housing market are in the pits, the banks are teetering on collapse, and corporate icons like AIG, GM, and Chrysler are either in bankruptcy or on the verge. Four million people across the country have lost their jobs.

I’m no exception. In fact, I’m the Everyman. The New York Times has just dropped my “Executive Pursuits” column after 98 consecutive installments spanning almost four years. Although I still write a book review column once a month, my chances of finding equivalent employment are bleak since the print media look like toast and the network TV outlets for which I’ve done sideline gigs are melting like butter in the face of competition from the Internet.

But hey, when the going gets tough, the pros get wired and hit the road with a populist vengeance. That’s what WORLD OF HURT: Working Across America in a Smart Car is all about. You might think of it as a tech savvy Studs Terkel meets Dennis Hopper, Jack Kerouac, and John Steinbeck on a non-fiction road trip inspired by a tradition that dates back to Alexis de Toqueville.


And here are the jobs Harry is planning to work as he crosses the country:

* Maine lobster boat worker
* NYC hair dresser at the Carlyle Hotel
* Pennsylvania Amish country fake fireplace maker
* Washington, DC doorman at the Four Seasons Hotel

Pit Stop: Eastern Tennessee: My 1858 Immigrant Ancestor

* Atlanta janitor at Baptist church
* Palm Beach male escort service
* Miami cigar roller in Little Havana
* Birmingham, Alabama chef at Benihana
* Pit Stop: New Orleans: My Harvard Thesis on the Mardi Gras
* Tunica, Mississippi casino black jack dealer
* South Louisiana oil field roughneck
* South Texas wild boar hunter
* Amarillo, Texas fast food worker on Route 66

Pit Stop: Heaven, Hell, and Houston, My Home Town

* Santa Fe, New Mexico commune handyman
* Vail, Colorado ski slope snowcat driver
* Southern, Utah outdoor survival guide trainee
* Irvine, California video game creator
* Northern, California medical marijuana farmer

The Ultimate Pit Stop: Driving a Cab in New York City


I love things like this, because, as you know, I'm a "journey" kind of person, and I'm never quite sure where we're going on this FoodShed Planet. Oh, sure, we may have an itinerary to follow, at least superficially, and Harry certainly has one of those. But where, truly where is Harry going? I suspect that although Harry will travel the country, the greatest ground he'll cover will be in his heart and soul. (Did I just make you gag, Harry?!)

So Harry Hurt III, his Smart Car and his turtles are coming to Atlanta. Will I get to meet Harry? Nothing in any of our conversations or emails leads me to think that Harry has the slightest fondness for me. Yet, something tells me Harry and I are meant to cross paths, for reasons I (and he) don't yet know.

(See you soon, Harry!)
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Sunday, July 05, 2009

"Come and Get Some Food"


Here is Rashid Nuri, one of the biggest names in organic agriculture in the state of Georgia, if not the country, if not the world. As it says on the About Us tab on the Truly Living Well Natural Urban Farm website:

Rashid managed public, private and community-based food and agriculture businesses in over 30 countries around the world. Travel has enabled Rashid to observe local food economies in the countries he has visited. He now lends his experience to urban areas where good health and nutrition are lacking. Rashid also served four years as a Senior Executive in the Clinton administration including Deputy Administrator of the Farm Service Agency and Foreign Agricultural Service, U.S. Department of Agriculture. He is a graduate of Harvard University, where he studied Political Science and has a M.S. in Plant and Soil Science from the University of Massachusetts.

Way back in March, in the middle of the Georgia Organics conference, I got an email from Rashid. He told me to come to his urban farm right in the city of Atlanta. It is about 40 minutes away from me, just a little ways off a major highway. I planned a morning to go, and then our unending yet very welcome rains this spring (so abundant that the state of Georgia announced our 3-year drought is over and relaxed all watering restrictions, even though now, in July, it hasn't rained for weeks) foiled my plans.

Rashid wrote back, "Peace, Pattie. Hope to see you soon."

I planned to go again a week later, and again torrential downpours grounded me. I canceled. Rashid wrote back, "Sorry you do not get along with rain."

Don't get along with rain? I love rain. What gardener doesn't? I had that van that broke down all the time, I'm not a strong highway driver . . .

Blah, blah, blah, excuse, excuse, excuse. I'm not an excuse kind of person, yet there I was, making excuses. Throwing away what was clearly an opportunity that was placed in my path.

For some reason, I was too embarrassed to contact Rashid again and reschedule. Months passed. I asked numerous people if they would drive me there but it never seemed to work out. My husband said he'd bring me there one upcoming weekend but you know how life goes, how something always comes up with the kids or someone gets sick, and weekends keep drifting away.

I was getting Rashid's enewsletter each week. "Come and Get Some Food!" it announced, along with the list of all the CSA box contents from that week, and more and more each week those words kept resounding in my head.

Come and get some food. Come and get some food. What food for my soul was I missing by not going? What nourishment had I forsaken? Something about the whole situation nagged at me.

And then, as life's journey would have it, out of the blue, I got an email from Rashid about two weeks ago, a full three months after the original email.

"You remain invited to see our work," he said, as simply as that.

At this point, my goodness, I think I saw the sky light up a bit and heard a voice shout down to me, "What do I need to do, Pattie, hit you over the head with a hammer? GO to Rashid's!"

And just then, of course (there are no coincidences), the phone rang. It was my friend Ashley. I don't think I've told you about Ashley. Ashley and I have become very close friends in the last year or two. She is the salt of the earth and a blessing to the world. Additionally, as Vice Chair on our new city's Sustainability Commission, she provides the perfect complement to my strengths and personality, and I barely make a move anymore in our city without discussing it with Ashley.

So I told Ashley about Rashid and said, "I don't know why, Ashley, but I just can't seem to get there." I knew it wasn't about the car or the rain or the distance or the schedule of my family. I was stuck somehow, for some reason.

And Ashley said, without a second's pause, "I will bring you there." And within the next ten minutes, that amazing woman (the kind of person who left a vase of hydrangeas from her garden by my door with a beautiful note after I posted that hydrangeas blooming again each year reminded me of my friend who died) proceeded to arrange to have her children sleep over someone else's house so they could get to swimming practice the next day without her and she was ready to go at 7 AM for as long as our outing would take. Now, that is a friend.

The second Ashley and I met Rashid at his gorgeous oasis of urban food, we all knew it. We were meant to meet, all three of us, not just Rashid and me, for reasons we don't yet know. The intensity of the feeling permeated the entire visit, from that piece of land to another one that Rashid farms, and beyond as the depth and breadth of our conversation dipped and danced through our minds for the next day and weeks.

I'm still trying to figure it all out, yet I realize I'm not yet supposed to know the answers. To why Rashid wanted me to come. To why I couldn't come until Ashley came, too. To why the three of us connected so completely. To why this meeting needed to happen in exactly the way it happened. To why it will one day make sense.

All I know is the one thing that Rashid says so simply and eloquently:

"Peace."

Here. Take a look at Truly Living Well Natural Urban Farms. Maybe you are meant to be part of this story, too. Maybe you are meant to meet Rashid. Maybe we are all meant to be part of a bigger story.

Truly Living Well Natural Urban Farm from Pattie Baker on Vimeo.


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