Five good things đź“•

1. Long life, Honey in the Heart ~ Martín Prechtel. My domesticated mind can’t begin to comprehend what it would be like to live entangled with the gods, the elements, the village and the initiatory rituals as the people at the centre of Martín Prechtel’s memoir do... but this book offers some pretty wild takes for a tourist like me.

1. Against The Machine ~ Paul Kingsnorth. Jord is reading this at the moment and enjoying the mindfood. We’re both longtime fans of Paul’s work, even if we don’t agree with everything he puts out there. Particularly love his scathing portrayal of “the machine” and how we ended up inside it, beating our little fists against its metal belly.

3. Goliath’s Curse ~ Luke Kemp. Built like a brick shithouse and too big to hold for more than 15 minutes, I’ll admit to stalling in Luke’s talk-of-the-town tome halfway through BUT I have sucked much nutrient from his thesis that our ancestors were deeply egalitarian and dominance-disrupters by design, plus the fascinating/predictable conditions that give rise to “goliaths”. I would defs recommend this book if you want to feel collapse savvy.

4. The Green Wood Carver ~ Samuel Alexander. Just a lovely, restful, whimsical handbook for beginner woodworkers like meeeee. I do find it difficult to follow along with written instructions, so I pair Samuel’s projects with how-to videos and/or hacking blindly at a bit of wood until it resembles a stick.

5. [ALBUM] Quinie ~ Forefolk, Mind Me. Recently a friend sent me a website and was like: LOOK at this chick on her pony in Scotland with her experimental folk music and homing pigeons and seasonal almanac and ancestral reconnection. LOOK. We swooned and swooned and swooned some more. Her name is Quinie (well actually Josie) and we have already teed up a podcast interview due to aforementioned exemplar life choices, and I’ve been listening to her Scots folk album Forefolk, Mind Me and it’s stirring my pale Scottish loins and wetting my eyeballs and making me grateful for all the clever culturemenders out there.

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