Water isn’t something one necessarily thinks of as something to be harvested.  Carrots, mushrooms, kale, other veggies, sure.  But water?

I recently harvested 16 jugs of spring water with my friend Jonny in nearby Black Mountain because I’d finally gotten to the point where I just couldn’t drink tap, Brita filter wasn’t doing it, and buying all those plastic jugs of spring water (even though I recycled them), just isn’t sustainable.  Even recycling them, there was still that much more plastic in the world, and as silly as it may seem, that sort of thing weighs heavy on my consciousness.  Not to mention all the gasoline burned to transport it.

I bought glass jugs because they can be used over and over again.  It was fun filling them up for the first time.  The drive out Hwy 9 was beautiful, with twisting curvy roads and speckled sunlight shining through the dash.

That night as I laid in bed waiting for sleep I felt good about the day. I felt good about having gone to the spring and coming home with the pure delicious spring water.  I felt the sign was right, that it was sacred, and that harvesting it and drinking it was something truly special.