The above picture was taken from inside of a swale I just dug out at the Fox Den. The fox in the picture is my companion fox, and she goes by Bo Beppa. I was taking the picture when Bo Beppa jumped into the frame unexpectedly, making the image serendipitous.
I dug this swale, measuring at about 2 feet deep by 2 feet wide, with an accompanying 2 1/2 foot berm, and about 50 feet or so long on contour, in two days by myself.
I busted through South Carolina clay fit for a pottery wheel, and South Carolina rock that had bands that crumbled like salt.
I dug this swale to capture water and build soil. During the spring, when we get torrential rain, I hope this swale stays full more often than not, and I hope that an underground lens of water forms. If that happens, then another hole which I've dug at the lowest point on the property, about 25 yards away from the swale, may fill with water from that lens. However, that biggest hole, at the bottom of the property, will fill with water because all of the water striking my property has been directed to that spot.
|one of the various rocks I dug up in Asheville NC|
I'm building fertility on this acre of land that I've found myself a husband of. I'm using the principles of permaculture to guide me. I'll be starting a business one of these days, but I won't be calling it permaculture because that word is in the process of cooptation. I won't be co opted, nor will any organization I'm involved with. I'm doing ecological design. I'm using my brain along with intuition and spiritual guidance to create a landscape that allows regeneration, fertility, and life all to flourish.
|The view from the top of my truck, before the swale.|
|Zen swimming in the first pond I dug out after a good rain|
Hopefully someone with great means will show up and donate a large tract of land for the first Foxstead to materialize. We are now a 501c3 foundation with a bank account. Go and visit the SUN site to learn how you can help create a realistic alternative to the end of petroleum abundance. A realistic strategy for dealing with the transition from a first world empire, to a third world slum. Or just go back to your ithingy and mindless idiot panel entertainment in service of BAU pay checks and pointless poisonous existence.
There is too much for us to be doing to be wasting our time in perpetuity for pay checks. We can sustain our own universal needs if we just believe. Even with radioactive rain falling from our corrosive chemical sky, we can seek shelter beneath a forest canopy under which we have built culture and food. Even when it all burns down we can survive, and we can thrive under a new paradigm that honors our sacred connection with the natural world.