125 ~ Further reflections on fungi

In the months ahead, as I work on the book on Saola, here at “A Bird in the Bush” I’ll bring in and share other voices on the importance of connection with nature. In a discordant time, nature is one place we can always find…‘cordance’?

And on this last day of May, with the 2025 morel season behind us (or at least mine behind me), I’ll share an observation about miracles and morels - with thanks to my friend Lois for sending this my way.

Puhpowee

by Rosemerry Trommer 
 
In Anishinaabe, there’s a word
for “the force which causes mushrooms
to push up from the earth overnight,”
and I wonder if it’s the same force
that changes the grapes into wine,
 
that turns an acquaintance into a beloved,
that gathers a handful of notes from a scale
and constellates them
into a tune that scores our lives.
What is the force that moves through us,
 
that charges the world with becoming?
As much as I love the naming of it,
I love, too, the mystery,
the unspeakable wonder of it,
how the brain is humbled into blathering,
 
I love the bumbling that happens when our logic
tries to explain the miracle, and the heart
becomes like a blonde morel
that rises up through rocks, through duff.
It says nothing, but oh, how it feels the force.