Agroecology: success stories from the field

You're welcome. This is to me what we need to save it all.

absolutely...great addition, Steiner is a very smart man with many great ideas. Don't forget to throw permaculture in there as well, they go hand in hand with the links Jan has posted below.

Thanks!
I lived on an organic farm in Mendocino, California during the 1980s which had a Waldorf School for the kids developed by Rudolf Steiner and was very impressed. I have never encountered such healthy, sweet, smart, well-behaved children before or since. Steiner taught that the first seven years of life should be magical to develop a child's imagination and so they were not exposed to any of the evil realities of our sick world. The kids had an innocence about them that you don't otherwise see in our society.

though my kids are home schooled if I had to put them in a system at this point that would be the one. Check out Waleeda products as well...another venture of his.

Love the Waleeda line, esp the Arnica Massage Oil.

What a wonderful story! Thanks for sharing that. It restores my faith in humanity.
Wow, Steiner a 33 degree freemason? I deeply admire the Scottish Rite no matter what the fundamentalists fear. My favorite uncle was a 33.
When I buy wine I always look for biodynamically grown first.....

Argentina and Chile are leading the way in the wine industry Jan....a beautiful place to be as well.

great video...inspirational to say the very least

I think it is imperative for our continued survival.

This reminded me of my favorite poem.....

This Compost
(The Resurrection of the Wheat)

By Walt Whitman

Something startles me where I thought I was safest,
I withdraw from the still woods I loved,
I will not go now on the pastures to walk,
I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea,
I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.

O how can it be that the ground itself does not sicken?
How can you be alive you growths of spring?
How can you furnish health you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain?
Are they not continually putting distemper'd corpses within you?
Is not every continent work'd over and over with sour dead?

Where have you disposed of their carcasses?
Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations?
Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat?
I do not see any of it upon you to-day, or perhaps I am deceiv'd,
I will run a furrow with my plough, I will press my spade through
the sod and turn it up underneath,
I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat.

Behold this compost! behold it well!
Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person--yet behold!
The grass of spring covers the prairies,
The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the garden,
The delicate spear of the onion pierces upward,
The apple-buds cluster together on the apple-branches,
The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves,
The tinge awakes over the willow-tree and the mulberry-tree,
The he-birds carol mornings and evenings while the she-birds sit on
their nests,
The young of poultry break through the hatch'd eggs,
The new-born of animals appear, the calf is dropt from the cow, the
colt from the mare,
Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potato's dark green leaves,
Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalk, the lilacs bloom in
the dooryards,
The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strata
of sour dead.

What chemistry!
That the winds are really not infectious,
That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea which
is so amorous after me,
That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues,
That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited
themselves in it,
That all is clean forever and forever,
That the cool drink from the well tastes so good,
That blackberries are so flavorous and juicy,
That the fruits of the apple-orchard and the orange-orchard, that
melons, grapes, peaches, plums, will none of them poison me,
That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease,
Though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once
catching disease.

Now I am terrified at the Earth, it is that calm and patient,
It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions,
It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such endless
successions of diseas'd corpses,
It distills such exquisite winds out of such infused fetor,
It renews with such unwitting looks its prodigal, annual, sumptuous crops,
It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts such leavings
from them at last.

That , is a prayer . thank you for sharing .

I do not actually believe they WANT to create anything , but profit for themselves ... As you have so clearly observed , jobs , are all around us waiting to exist .

That , and a lack of imagination .