Readux: Braiding Sweetgrass

A 100 word readuction of: Braiding Sweetgrass written and read by Robin Wall Kimmerer

We dance in a circle, not in a line.

― Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer

Readuction:

Kimmerer gracefully weaves her stories of challenges, disappointments, triumphs, and discoveries into a basket brimming with gratitude, wonder, and respect for Turtle Island and its human and non-human residents. Nestled in her word-woven basket, we cross the bridge of traditional wisdom and modern botany she’s spent years building. Across it are all the gifts our mother, Nature, offers — the uncanny beauty of asters and goldenrod, the versatility of cattails, fragrant sweetgrass, and endless else. In caring for nature, we will be cared for. Kimmerer asks that we take this bounty of hard-won wisdom and share it, lest we become Wendigo.

Boiling Points:

AuthorRobin Wall Kimmerer
Genresnonfiction, sociology, nature
PublishedPrint: August 11, 2015 by Milkweed Editions Audiobook: July 4 2016 by Tantor Media
Recommended
Format
audiobook narrated by Robin Wall Kimmerer for her authentic delivery and heartfelt emotion
Themesrelationships, gratitude, nature

The problem with these new people is that they don’t have both feet on the shore. One is still on the boat. They don’t seem to know if they’re staying or not.

― Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer

The trees are so old that my lifetime compared to theirs is just a Birdsong long

― Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer

feels:

Kimmerer weaves together traditional wisdom and science as deftly as the Sweetgrass braids for which the book is named. Many humans tend to think we have it all figured out but Kimmerer reminds us that the plants have been here a lot longer than us and that there is a lot we can learn from them.

I grew up with an appreciation of nature from sunny days spent tending my mother’s garden, mowing our expansive lawn, and watching the world go by with my grandparents. As I child, I would camp in the backyard in a circle of sunflower stalks; I snuck out at night as a teenager to lay in the grass and take in the beauty of the stars. My mother would talk to all the animals, tell me their names, and what they liked. I was never more impressed than when she turned the soil to reveal the moist black earth wriggling with worms and she’d tell me confidently, “That’s Joe, that’s Bob, that’s Horaldo…” pointing to each worm in turn. Only as an adult with my own garden and yard to care for do I appreciate how much love she poured into it year after year — not only providing food for our family, but cultivating beauty in her flowerbeds, and habitats for the robins, bluejays, squirrels, and any other creatures that graced our yard. Because of all this I’ve felt a kinship to the land, connected it to it in a way where I felt dwarfed by the power of our planet. Mother earth is formidable; but she will take care of you the best she can if you take care of her.

I also have the deep respect for the practices of science because we know there is so much we don’t know and we seek to find out more. Indigenous people know this land in a way that most settlers never thought you could know. How could they? Growing up in an industrialized land with comforting commodities, they brought their capitalist gazes unto the abundant land and did what conquerors have been doing with gorgeous fertile women for millennia.But caring for the land and all of its creatures, helps everyone flourish.

Kimmerer turns her love for the land, and her gifts into passionate action. She works to teach people about the gifts all around us by writing books like this, children’s books, and I’m sure many small acts in her day-to-day life. She encourages people to raise a garden, raise a ruckus, or both with her Plant Baby Plant initiative that helps people get started with more sustainable, mindful practices, and to get involved in environmental activism to make our world a better, more caring place.

We can sometimes feel trapped in our current societal structure, but we created the structure and we can change it just as easily. We humans have short memories. Yet, we have an incredible gift to create. I hope that with more messages like Kimmerer’s, we can help create an atmosphere of gratitude and respect for the world we live in.

PLANT Baby PLANT

exceptional excerpts:

Wealth among traditional people is measured by having enough to give away. Hoarding the gift would become constipated with wealth, bloated with possessions, too heavy to join the dance.

― Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer

To be heard you must speak the language of the one you want to listen.

― Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer

Born of our fears and our failings, Windigo is the name for that within us which cares more for its own survival than for anything else.

― Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer

The problem with these new people is that they don’t have both feet on the shore. One is still on the boat. They don’t seem to know if they’re staying or not.

― Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer
Credit to: Robin Wall Kimmerer, Nightcafe Studio, Libby

Readux: Braiding Sweetgrass

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