What if we weren't resistant to change? To the new and the dying? Let's sense, sniff, lick, taste, chew, remember, digest and imagine flavors of sex & death from a forested ecosystem that have time-traveled to us from the Fall Equinox 2030.

Let's taste taboos, pleasures and dripping beauty from a lush forested ecosystem-in-transition that has time-traveled from 2030. Amounts are teeny-tiny thimble-size today (and can be abundant in 9yrs time if we make believe). 

The latent cartographer, Kyra Kristof, and her back-from-the-future collaborators will guide us through a tasting and creative {menu} re-writing exercise.

What feels familiar? What attracts you? How can forest spices, sweetness and fats flavor our climate change cuisines? 

Once upon a time, there was a Story
and believing it made the world make sense
so the Story was pretty popular. 

But for those who dared
a different Story opened a portal
to another reality. The Beginning.

How does a generator transform something
in the herenow that hasn't arrived yet?
How do we generate our will to create? 

Making 60 lunchboxed time capsules
in a Pioneer Valley Forest Kitchen
is MASS production; is dancing
at the edges of our food systems
where there isn't infrastructures to produce more. 

So drink from thimblecups
and feast upon nibbles today.
Which flavor messages from the future delight you? 
Pay attention. Long them into being.
In nine years, we'll be feasting from abundance.

Making believe in {re}myciliating human beings
into lush biodynamic forest ecosystems that edge
into experimental slopes designed by ways water flows
into regenerative fields holding full lifecycles
is the flavors of sex & death.

At times in the lifecycle of a culture, culture is at odds with living systems. This is an early signal that culture needs to change. Instead of keeping us safe and aligned, our taboos start to rub up against reality. We need to know when this is happening and how to transgress / trespass taboos in order to bring us back into alignment with the world.

Why does creative {menu} rewriting start in places where you have already trespassed?
Where have you brushed up against cultural norms and felt restrained?
Where have you already trespassed and felt shame/fear of not belonging?
Where have you sensed the flavors of sex and death? 

How do we {re}write the menu for the change in cuisine that's coming?
From climate change and climate refugees?
From remixing lineages through pleasure and dripping beauty? 
From recognizing we are all part of the greater living whole?  

Do you remember when you were feeling deeply nourished and satisfied?  
What is a super comfort dish for you?
Can you imagine sourcing this comfort dish from our beloved landscapes?
And flavoring with the spices, sweetness and fats from a forest kitchen pantry?

KYRA KRISTOF

Potent Cartographer

Tuning in to the song 

of what wants-to-be

and ways of making this visible

in order to open a door

to sourcing from potential