Biodynamic Perspectives

By Claudia J. Ford: Through the practices of biodynamic agriculture, we are encouraged to experience and substantiate our spiritual insights in the quality of our soil, the chemistry of our compost, the health of our animals, the taste of our foods and wines, and the healing properties of our sacred medicinal plants. For these reasons I thankfully renew my membership in the Biodynamic Association, and I urge others to join me.

By Stewart Lundy: Even the most difficult times can form the salt and grit of collaborative action.

By Maria Grusauskas: The sun breaks through the coastal fog around 10:30 a.m., and the rows of herbs growing at Blossoms Farm are suddenly drenched in golden heat. Blossom's, an herb farm in Corralitos, California, is complete with pigs, Scottish highland cows, chickens, ducks, a compost (the digestive system of the farm), and a “skin” around its perimeter of oaks and eucalyptus.

Thea Maria Carlson talks with Megan Durney, Head Gardener at the Pfeiffer Center in Chestnut Ridge, NY.

Thea Maria Carlson talks with Gunther Hauk, author of "Toward Saving the Honeybee" and a teacher, lecturer, biodynamic gardener, and beekeeper for over 40 years.

By Daphne Amory: Relationship has many contexts. From my training as an experimental theatre artist, relationship is defined as the space between the other.

By Darby Weaver: Standing on the Earth and feeling the powerful energy of renewal in soil under my toes allows me to be fully present to the miracle that is the here and now.

By Gunther Hauk: Crises come in all shapes and sizes, but all have just one message: change your ways, alter your direction.

By Sally Voris: This year, I realized that making biodynamic preparation BD 500 develops intimacy the way good storytelling does. Storytellers sense edges, boundaries, and themes; they attend to the rigors of timing, flow, and nuance, connecting story and audience and conveying multiple levels of meaning.

By Darby Weaver: I’ve just reached September in what has been one of the toughest Southern summers of growing that I can remember. Although the air is still hot and sticky on my skin, I can feel a deep coolness condensing in my bones. The goldenrod has set fire to the hillsides and the trees will soon follow.