I have known for a long time that I have a relationship with mushrooms.
Even earlier than long ago, I met for the first time in my life with representatives of this kingdom.
I was born and spent my childhood in Kazan, a Russian city, where at that time, about 30 years ago, there was a large forestry (I don’t know if it exists to this day).
Huge forestry was available to both hunters and gatherers.
For us, a family of hunters and gatherers together, there has never been a season where we haven't made regular and fruitful trips for mushrooms.
We brought home huge baskets full of noble boletus, chanterelles and porcini mushrooms.
And to this day, every time I feel a sense of mystery when I see a mushroom hidden under a dry leaf or when I purposefully go on a quiet hunt.
We can say that this feeling is excitement, because today, having come across one mushroom after the rain, I run into the house, grab a bucket and shout to my relatives that I will be gone for an hour.
| Before... | After |
And I go step by step, not taking my eyes off the grass, noticing every bump, every possible mushroom "den".
The mushrooms delight me with the organization of their commune, which lives on the principle of "one for all and all for one."
| Packed | Unpacked |
I respect mushrooms for their uniqueness, nutrition and value to us.
I know and am fascinated by how and what "mushrooms talk".
I wish you be attentive to your surrounding - it definitely will add to your well being!
Thank you for your attention!
For the benefits of all living beings!
