The reptilian brain, the part of our brain that blood is directed to when our flight or fight mechanism is switched on. Stress turns this on. How many of you are stressed? Did you know that when this particular part of the brain is made master that we are less intelligent? That logical analytical thought is suppressed? So your interactions with people become more reactionary, based on reflex rather than with compassion and empathy. Look around you today, in the office who is the snappiest, most unpleasant person to be around? I bet they are the people who are most stressed. When i was reminded of this little factoid, I had to think about all of the unrest, the wars and conflicts in the world, our country, our government, my town. The decisions that are made for me, in the form of laws and legislation. Are the people who are responsible for these things calm, healthy and therefore rational people? How about the people around you, are they caring and empathetic or wound so tight they snap at you constantly. Do they ask you how your day went and pay attention to how you respond, or do they jump on you for no reason. Along with this refocusing of blood delivery in the brain the body also moves blood flow from the digestive and immune function of the body to the extremities. slowing digestion and halting immune function. How many hours do most of us stay stressed? How many of us are sick?
Think about it, then start checking yourself daily for chill, scaly skin...
It's spring in West Virginia and that means Morel mushroom hunting for most of us out here on the mountain. Of course today is the first day I can be considered one of "us". As of today and thanks to Bill putting me on the sweet spot, I am officially a sucessfull Morel hunter. Mind you I only found three, but now I feel the spirit of the great Morel in my blood and can just taste all the others out there waiting on me to spy them with my eagle eye.. Heh Heh Heh...
Those little suckers are hard to spot, and I probably would have walked right on by without seeing any had Bill's sister not hollered "I found one!" This got me trucking up the hill to see what she had found when i found myself eye to spore with a small morel growing straight out of the hill. It was growing under some poplar trees, and so I stuck to the smooth barked beauties finding two more before I noticed Bill and Peggy chatting by the getaway vehicle. All in all it was an exciting morning with good friends, on a beautiful day, with a great catch!
Born in New Hampshire and raised in Maine, Eva's passion for living self sustainably began with Helen and Scott Nearing. Both were homesteaders who carved their lives from the land. Eva now lives in Eastern West Virginia, with her husband Dain and daughter Shayna, carving out her own life.