Have you ever wanted to come Foraging with me?

Like birds fly south for winter, we too have a genetic memory. As a child it’s likely you and I both picked and made potions from plants, ate flowers and knew the exact location of all the neighbourhood fruit trees, and when the fruit was perfectly ripe for picking each season. As we age we lose touch of that, we are conditioned into a certain distrust of wild food “is that ok to eat?” and even with fungi in Australia “don’t touch that” are things we grow up hearing, these messages fill our ears and drown out our instinctual, intrinsic, generational wisdoms and our ability to trust in the world around us as being highly nourishing and supportive of life itself

The loveliest thing happens when you enter a space of infinite learning, things start at the simplest level; you didn’t know a tomato was a tomato until you were told repeatedly ‘that is a tomato, it is food’ until you recognised a tomato on your own as a food. It is the same process as beginning your wild food journey and integrating foraging into your daily life.

Foraging forever

Chanterelle X