What is most important

I had planned this post to be about the use of mushrooms in high fashion and other industries. But in this period, I feel that this is not what I want to write about at all. The industry can certainly wait. As I write now, it is the 31st of October and I have just returned from the cemetery.

I visited not only the cemetery, but also part of my lands, the surviving stone foundations of my great-grandparents' homestead, the Paserninkai mound...

So what is the most important thing? The most important thing for me is that I can create, be in the lands of my ancestors. This is the most important of all. Every now and then I think - how lucky I am to walk in the land of my ancestors. That I breathe with full lungs here and feel completely at home. It's not just a physical feeling, but an internal one as well. I am truly a lucky baby to be able to experience all of this. How many people live in dense cities, in small apartments in large high-rise buildings. How many people live in, for example, India and sleep in small rooms on several floors. How many people have been driven out of their lands by wars... Happy is the man who walks in his land and creates a life in it.

Ancestral land

Today I visited the graves of my grandparents and great-grandparents, lit candles. A cemetery is a bright place when we can see it like this. I also visited the lone Jewish cemetery, which is so quiet and empty, lying next to the Seirije cemetery. It's strange and kind of sad, but at the same time it's completely understandable to see - in one cemetery, people are buzzing, cleaning, raking leaves, and in the adjacent cemetery, not a single person, not a single flower, not a single candle.... Just a lot of lonely gravestones that have been changed by time. A single candle burns next to the entrance and keystone. I lit the second one as well.

My ancestors are Bubneliai and Saveikonii families. Dad's and Mom's line. Christenings, Seiriai, surrounding places.

I am extremely grateful to them for the fact that I am where I am today. Earth underfoot that has seen at least four generations, maybe more.

Whether it's a farm, or functional mushrooms, or something else, the most important thing is that I'm where I want and need to be. Where I feel most at home. A cemetery is a bright place when we can see it like this.